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Separate verses about the dispossed
Contributed by
zicky
on
Wednesday, 5th September 2007 @ 07:33:13 PM in AEST
Topic:
dedicatedpoems
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Words don´t come easy to the likes of us
Who have been shoved and pushed
´till we have almost disappeared.
Our senses are accute enough alright,
But there´s hardly any apple left to bite.
And with no immenent end in sight,
We hum and haw, as regards to the quality of light
And worry about our laundry.
1,2,3,4.
What If I were the one?
Imagine!
Oh, I´d probably be hopeless at being famous too..
I´m already worried about the reviews.
A t a reading "A Flower..."
But later a Manage A Trois(Ha)
And fourthly, a lift home in someones car-
Ah well...
Copyright ©
zicky
... [
2007-09-05 19:33:13] (Date/Time posted on
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