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GreatNight/Mares[to] Rite Home Ab'out
whoa y'ol'
horsies'noir!
y'd think that
oldfool-in-dream
was putin
p'ills
in his pipe for
m' ass co
nsumption ---
nay nay
(bray'bray!)
winny poopoo on awl thee's(wee's)
poom'ed
po'ems -------
~ ~ ~
" y'oh! turn
off th'stars,
baby, it ' s
getting
too bloodyBright
out here"
~ ~ ~ ~
so'what ifn there's no more room for anymore to
morrows?
wee got toomuch Love to drag a
round any way
wee cut it
cut it
cut it (out),
as-it-is
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
o pleas don't cry....
wee might make that Pegasus'horsefly
cry too - weedon't
need none of
that n'ow
doowee?
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dkzk2014FOTO: "O'riginalSophicStuponia" BY dkzk
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Published 31st Aug 2014
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31st Aug 2014 7:00pm
turn off th'stars. If every line of sight ended in a star we'd all be in trouble in darkness of the night. I love the sound of your poetry that trots me brazen ear.. Perhaps there's always room for one more paradox.
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1st Sep 2014 9:10pm
Buuuuulllllzeye dadda
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2nd Sep 2014 3:34am
