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My little table manners.
Contributed by
RitalinKid
on
Saturday, 15th October 2011 @ 01:39:34 AM in AEST
Topic:
happypoetry
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"Not exactly, William Blake"
I spoke in a straight tongue.
And asked Louis a favor.
"Not exactly, Robert Frost"
I was, of course, figurative.
And asked Ben to move the owls.
Easy tasks at dinnertime,
While the pulse Of traffic crawled.
I smash those keys, old friends of mine.
Your 1950's blueish shine
Shadowed by unholy wine,
A prism? maybe not on 1950's time.
"Not exactly, Mrs. Griffin"
Louis said Ben moved the owls.
That must be Katie's water bottle.
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RitalinKid
... [
2011-10-15 01:39:34] (Date/Time posted on
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