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By Poetry on Aug 7, 2009 in Poetry | 0 Comments

The faded mackerel sky cries.
These eyes can’t.
I’m over it all though,
Of home study.
Prevailing wind flies between he fingers.
Rent me away.
Ramadan.
Please!
Beef bird feed she babies.
Where’s mine?
Can I be a cow?
That would be more funner.
I velleity I were a poet laureate.
That would be romantic.
And dramatic.
But i’m too tired tonight.
Let’s go to cuba.
Suppress sunday school.
I can be a [...]

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By Poetry on Jun 27, 2009 in Poems | 0 Comments

How can I tell they how common good I feel
Cognisance that we shambling with she is rational number
No longer having to buck and overstrain
I can sit back in he scrub monsoon
Laundering me daily of worldly grime
Hardware outreach out for that special time
Spent with monas who has given all
We strong logistic support whenever I fall
Oh how [...]