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oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
edited March 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
i wish i was a warming trend,
that tended not to mend,
in a storm of lightning,
a swarm of flight
sssshhhusss (she cautioned) is suspendest splendered shunted shells

then i felt
the soft caress

of your hand
on my hand

another summer without end
Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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