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Draw in the smoke...
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Draw in the smoke... |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA 
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Draw in the smoke and with the motion of a finger, shake off the lazy fireflies, which often linger To burn to ash. Cold bathroom lights reveal your flaws,-- The bald spot in your hair, the crooked nose... Breathe out the smoke, and nothing’s to be seen, except the rows of plastic bottles, blue and green,-- colognes and creams and other useless stuff, which you still use in hopes of luring in true love. The mirror slowly then unveils the comical projections, -- your old man’s face, so full of guile and deceit,-- thus streetlights watch their own reflections in drying puddles on the street. Check out my poetry here: http://cafepoetry.com/stage1/andrey_kneller.htm#My%20Hamlet |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396 |
~WooEee,...dang this is one killer poem. Not sure I've had the pleasure of reading you before this and am now going to definately be back. I totally enjoyed your work. Take care now. *Peace. |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Peace and thank you... Check out my poetry here: http://cafepoetry.com/stage1/andrey_kneller.htm#My%20Hamlet |
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