Open Poetry #36 |
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Bodger Senior Member
since 2005-06-12
Posts 1260Tolerance for a short time |
Life echoe'd dreams No! It never crept not 'as a cat' but a soft moving muse That never appeared but was never required You can all leave these words now They are written Even the bouble T on written Put part of someone's words here And you publish/ignore a sound like a carpet sweeper With a new carpet sweeper Squanching on a screaming noise You here the world of other worlds Dancing as you know the worlds that never were Briterely spaces On a wall we sit On life we sit On our careers we sit I must write this romantic |
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