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When I Laugh
Contributed by
Nardo
on
Thursday, 10th February 2005 @ 06:04:46 PM in AEST
Topic:
happypoetry
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Wild Eyed bring the first to Rain,
dancing, sweetly in the fields.
Left Foot treading on Daisies sweet,
running, laughing in the fields.
I love to run, wild, in the tall grass,
running hysterically
like a slut bride in Red.
Drunk on Pocket Bubble
in a beer drinking Girlee bar
where pussies talk
in loud punk voices
over the echoes of
"We Belong".
Moody Blues says
"Days of Future Passed"
but thats a lie,
the past is with me when I laugh,
not riding on the backs of
"Nights In White Satin".
If truth be told,
this is all Non Sense,
poetic gibberish
from a Romantic mind.
Remember to live
and find meaning
when meaning comes.
But for now,
laugh and make play
and put to rest
those ghosts behind your eyes.
Copyright ©
Nardo
... [
2005-02-10 18:04:46] (Date/Time posted on
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