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Invitation
How am I to drink this cup
when often times you fill it up
with terse and caring haunted rhymes
which answer me on turning dimes?
I ask a noodled dainty salt
and answered then by somersault
your additions bent like leaves
hang deftly like icicled eaves.
I pluck a cantilevered stroke
the clock strikes 3 and leaves its note;
is this the last of nightly lore
or wilt thou dress my bedroom door?
runningturtle87
when often times you fill it up
with terse and caring haunted rhymes
which answer me on turning dimes?
I ask a noodled dainty salt
and answered then by somersault
your additions bent like leaves
hang deftly like icicled eaves.
I pluck a cantilevered stroke
the clock strikes 3 and leaves its note;
is this the last of nightly lore
or wilt thou dress my bedroom door?
runningturtle87
Published 27th Jul 2013
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27th Jul 2013 9:43am
27th Jul 2013 9:55am
Anonymous
27th Jul 2013 10:04am
Caring yes, but are they terse?
I'll try to speak in sweeter verse
As for the cup, just lift and drink
to give me a little time to think
of one more pithy thing to say
and then "Goodnight" - before it's day.
I'll try to speak in sweeter verse
As for the cup, just lift and drink
to give me a little time to think
of one more pithy thing to say
and then "Goodnight" - before it's day.
27th Jul 2013 10:16am
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29th Jul 2013 4:46pm
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