Letters Lined



Where were the signs with letters lined
What words were read, thoughts replayed
Such unknown things to say
Time to stop the cuckoo clocks
Who feathered nest anothers expense
Denying rest due recompense
Blank confessions so ill defined,

Bloody cups to rising stocks
Exchanging names and lies foresworn
How many truths were ever born
To live and die in fields of worn
The lives whose existence mocks,

Blank confessions so ill defined
Denying rest due recompense
Who feathered nest anothers expense
Time to stop the cuckoo clocks
Such unknown things to say
What words were read thoughts replayed
Where were the signs with letters lined . . .




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Written on 2018-10-08 at 14:17

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