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Running on all fours
Pardon, my taste be lest of a huckleberry rhyme;
A betwixted cacophony of unscrupulous garbage endeavours.
Wasted upon a deafend canal of tightly tuned doldrums.
Let me polish you a bone seranaded in blue hot lava.
If the light of sun sang a song for me.
You could give it away and get it all for free.
If the moon tucked me in when my heart was broke.
I would smile and laugh at life's cruel joke.
Incandescent eyes stare toward yond.
A ceremony shined in those cobweb lights.
Words for a day.
Words for a lifetime.
Amazing
Another masterfully crafted poem...amazing
excellent usage of the term cacophony.This has easily climbed up the list as one of my favorite reads. Well done
Too Kind, You Are
Sometimes when I start, I never know where its gonna go. Then I look back and re-read what I wrote and think. "Where in the hell did that come from?" Thank you for taking the time to read, and to leave such a wonderful comment. Take care friend.
♪ I'll be reading you, In all the old familiar places. ♫
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I like your name. Too.