She has gone
Oh! several others
turned toward sea.
Changes against earth
should try enough.
"Mother usually knew,"
young boys say.
Soon through these
new thought ways...
I without together.
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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denimboy34’s Poems (2)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Another Damn Elegy | 2 | 10/21/2010 |
| She has gone | 0 | 10/18/2010 |
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