Open Poetry #39 |
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Never Ever Land |
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Grinch Member Elite
since 2005-12-31
Posts 2929Whoville |
Beyond the comedy of “mister”, Slid without measure in a passing thought, Lies the truth of a youth in an autumn sway Denying my age away. Grown ups deck the night in fashioned suits; All clubs and diamonds, hearts and spades Cut strict to waste the time of fools. Who’d shuffle weathered tools? This frogging boy, all mousing eyes And carefree ways, has dreams to burn. Too busy toying with my time To be the “mister” that they see. |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
It's the journey, not the destination...why rush the growing up Liked this |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
love it! |
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TomMark Member Elite
since 2007-07-27
Posts 2133LA,CA |
very good. I love this one. "Who’d shuffle weathered tools?" !!! |
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