Each tick of the clock
propels me forward
Memories play catch
dappling light from shadows
calling me away again
with every breath, I grasp
gasping at brilliant flashes
The years may be slipping
but I've forged past
that icy stream, its ripples
drive me onward still
This is your master format I
This is your master format I miss
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitutes
Ah!
That is just what I needed to hear right now. And I slept on it as well! Am glad you voiced that
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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I gree with pungus. Rich and
I gree with pungus. Rich and concise!
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
You are most appreciated
You are most appreciated
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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