Emergency! Call The Ambulance! Light This Place On Fire..., by Tim Pozzi
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illicit the stolen goods,
they somehow seem to
keep your solution in hand,
follies withstanding the temptation
to act like warning signs.
positive, you're positive things
couldn't get much better,
or much worse;
depending on the weather and
which way you'll bend to keep
it all together today.
you had to be thinking something...
had to be preaching the wrong
medicine thoughts like
treasures that should be coming true.
illustrious sentences
brought out so the sun could
spell their subtlety. |
Posted: 2008-03-18 07:06:39 UTC |
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2008-03-21 00:34:49 | ~Stay_Beautiful~20104 |
WoW!!! You have a PHENOMENAL vocabulary! Such an amazing way with words!! This is a GREAT poem! |