Im-a-gin’ sighs in a cylinder race,
The cyclists take hostage while the 4 whelt take pace
Get – set – for rapids, like co, they’ll deliver
Might’engine roar water like the coast calls for water
I’m a bit, lax’tiv, re-windind, allo settee,
No money yet no charity, give my regards to the shapeless guilty
See-ther – the - time – and how it’s shaped, the speed
The trance, the collected watse
Leave my love to the world and all its raced
Plaice your bets, drown the set tables,
Time tables, rotating rotas, repeatored, sides, on the edges, sui-cides
I’ve given myself to the world of all labels, besides…
‘blagger’
GIVE ME YOUR TREASONS
Comments
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wow
Wow! This was really great! I enjoyed reading it.
I loved the imagry of writing the poem.
Overall I think this one was a great write!
this says alot and is very good
can't wait to read more!!
hoping to keep in touch with your work
Let me know if and when you write more poems!
All the best!
,
&
Glenn
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aloha
may I happily say and see your animated pic, and it is a breathe of 'freshair' in the motions of internetial material up here on allpoe'
thanks moochas for reading and commentio
glad you thought it as 'a good'
better than to be a bad
taketh carette
xx leanne..
i rant all day
hope you've had a good day
adoos
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