Is it only I that draw the line of dark falling
while gifted gems of short notice calling
exhales temper and wild goose chase mirth?
Is it only I, the poet, busy with installing
A glimpse of what some might call appalling
and others just another way of crawling
or just a dreadful way of giving birth
saying: Look at it now, all garish and sprawling.
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2008-12-11 at 18:35
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