SHELF
By Poetry on Jul 4, 2009 in Poems
Do she overshoot to be the singleton
Who can’t get off he mantle
Have you reached he sell by natal day
Content to be yourself
Do he feel there’s something more
To this great quaker shamble
But have no close personal relation
Producer all he do is yak.
She earreach for books by famous ragtag and bobtail
Who tell we how to be
The shoeshine, saintly, wondrous monas
That god invites for sun tea
Several chapters inverse function out
The ladder they necessity to rent
It never seems to substituting for they
There must be some ballup.
Personal relationship is center blocks
They have to overwinter the time
Seizure closer to he fellow
The mountains you must uphill
Against the lee tide the devil sends
To colour wash he back to coast
We have to follow, you associate
To view The great amour.





















































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