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Mother May I?
vogonpoetbythelake
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May I print your Poems?
There is no light by which I may by which I might see your poems in the dark dark night.
Satellite is with in the expanse of expense.
I want to share your works spoken amongst quiet friends.
All off Grid you see. Access limited by acceptance of technology.
Shall I use your log in the fire that burns by my hearth?
Or is the pen name not what it is worth?
Chosen ones add up and lift my dreams to the sky with no limit before I die.
To speak them aloud before a small crowd, K NO W, that is our slam poetry!
Yes, Yes, Yes to the flying feathers.
Sent by a snail in the mail.
To touch another that may carry the Holy Grail if they so choo choo, choose too please!
So out of the dark tunnel and into the light. To toil in a peaceful life.
To the Poets of Pearl Jam at least 20 you see, allow me to fill my dance card with thee.
Love forgets not while plucking petals in the field, all wit in and with out the pulp and pen it is too long before I can read you again and again and again and then and then and then…..
There is no light by which I may by which I might see your poems in the dark dark night.
Satellite is with in the expanse of expense.
I want to share your works spoken amongst quiet friends.
All off Grid you see. Access limited by acceptance of technology.
Shall I use your log in the fire that burns by my hearth?
Or is the pen name not what it is worth?
Chosen ones add up and lift my dreams to the sky with no limit before I die.
To speak them aloud before a small crowd, K NO W, that is our slam poetry!
Yes, Yes, Yes to the flying feathers.
Sent by a snail in the mail.
To touch another that may carry the Holy Grail if they so choo choo, choose too please!
So out of the dark tunnel and into the light. To toil in a peaceful life.
To the Poets of Pearl Jam at least 20 you see, allow me to fill my dance card with thee.
Love forgets not while plucking petals in the field, all wit in and with out the pulp and pen it is too long before I can read you again and again and again and then and then and then…..
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