Ramblings of a Trapped Soul, by Anthony Cardon
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Besmirched life
And everything underneath
I hear my own voice crying
Under the anonymous
Heap,
Looking beyond the corners
Of my kitchen fridge
To find a nice snack
So as to dine on,
Full of energy
And works are untold.
Lies lurk under laundry baskets
And you can't see your clothes
Sacrificial lambs climb up Jack's bean stalk
And my ramblings are carried away by balloons
That I had found the last circus I went to.
Letters of the alphabet, as my grandmother learned so
Almost a hundred years ago,
I flip pages with delight and search among all the unknown
meanings
To find my self.
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Posted: 2008-05-06 01:05:26 UTC |
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