Unstable earth on Cromwell Road,
that cut the line I once had towed,
where preachers spoke in secret code
of better days and lesser loads.
A bloodless heart for such endeavours,
once better done by dead whoevers,
tied by a vein that oneday severs,
forever promised and rendered nevers.
Life is death in forty hours,
a slave to an office with counterfeit powers.
I'll my dig grave with hands that were ours,
and as I resign, please suck on such sours.
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Edited 23/10
A contest entry
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600 points, ended November 1, 2007, 11 entries
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clever, creative, and intelligent rhyming! I am impressed... I am not certain, but it might take a lot to impress me... especially with rhyme... well done!
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Hey thanks so much for your comment. I'm really stoked to have a got even a prize! Thankyou also for running a great comp
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Gabe.
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