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under the Gun
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under the Gun |
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martiniat8 Senior Member
since 2003-06-21
Posts 897Prague, Bohemia, Czech Republic |
My pen... My pen is as dry as my lips while my nose continues in it's... drip drips a sneezing is all I can do do with this infernal AHHHHH-CHOOOOOO and again my heart waits on the runway, as always, a taxi-ing we will go back to the gate, or an "all clear" for another, fun day jets fired up, rearing to go as this Cowboy, on his steed reads... on the words of Jaroslav Seifert, he feeds note a change of rhythm a reason, a season for rhyme, and then prose... Easy boy, I say to him "keep the horses under control try not to screw this one up, or scare her away" this girl has class hesitant, in a shell ...perhaps but, its difficult to discern, to learn... to discern a girl who is cautious but, oh, will I ever learn... "silence, silence is the key dear boy" if she's curious, interested, silence... hold your tongue for a flower never blossoms... (under the Gun) |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Very good! Sometimes it's not easy is it? Like all of this but love the last two lines. Good conclusion. Hope you listened to yourself....smile... Eric true love never looks after it's own interests |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Yes, it is another good one. I hope when you finally find what you are looking for you keep writing. (about being deliriously happy)  Lori |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
excellent martiniat, verses are impressive as the final message...Enjoyed a lot. yann |
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