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South Of The Border
Contributed by
JPMcMillan
on
Saturday, 20th December 2003 @ 02:59:44 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Puma lips surround me,
In my darkest scenes.
My jungle dreams pound me,
And, end my prowling screams.
My stomping grounds bleed me,
In the hills of Equador.
But, a carpet bagger's feeding,
On a tropical amore.
Allusive as an Eight Track,
My claws are set to idle.
Strength is what I do lack,
But, killing's just recital.
So, if you feel the sun,
You may be in my yard.
When revocation done,
I think I'll keep my card.
Copyright ©
JPMcMillan
... [
2003-12-20 02:59:44] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: South Of The Border
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Friday, 6th August 2004 @ 01:24:19 PM AEST (User
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I find this one intriguing... "Claws are set to idle" was a great phrase too. |
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