Open Poetry #32 |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
ants, one and all fighting for scraps, wasting their breaths spending last gasps of air on the seller of dreams that few know would never come true yet time after time after yet some more time they all queue up wearing their hearts on their sleeves to grind their noses upon the ground and he, the Fagin amongst men, walks all over them laughing lustily tooth shining gold! if that be the Virus of preach |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
awesome format! awesome write! |
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Grover Senior Member
since 2004-01-27
Posts 1967London, ON, Canada |
Yes, an excellent poem! |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
I really really like this Sudi. Keep em comin Mxx Have you any dreams you'd like to sell? |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Thank you very much regards sudhir |
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