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ShadowRider Senior Member
since 2001-07-14
Posts 1038USA 
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conspiracy its his own grassy knoll minus the shell casings how many have taken their best shot and missed he only feels the hits each time he is cut off in traffic every night when he sits down to dinner and the phone rings as tines are palette cleaned he calls it a conspiracy physician call it delusional most call it madness he skipped his inner child moved right into middle life before a razor grazed his face his breath flammable, his eyelids inflamed his hands handy, his mind is unmanned a soldier in an army of one his jumpsuit stiching says JACK but that's just the beginning….. |
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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
Interesting and yet puzzling poetry. I liked this line he skipped his inner child moved right into middle life Ronil (A mask for everyday. Imagine a life without them.) |
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