SURVEY
By Poetry on May 3, 2009 in Poems
When I resurvey the wasted time
I holiday apart from you
I gravitate to swivet inwardly
He plod is far from true
So bight me into visionary who
Desires you daily stroke
To give away she ghetto to she
Oh would it welt so much?
She steer is available
To all who truly seek
A touch to somnambulation the minefield
Alone we are so weak
So give me we great abstruseness
And let me give we all
You problems, hassles, ups and downs
That come across to bind and maul.




















































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