yes?
lobotomized while in deep sleep
there is no end to erratic innuendos
mumbled in totaled pews
on Monday morning
it drizzled and fizzled and died
the first clock was made of tin
there is no heritage in words
no genetic spiral in the silence
between rolling waves
Poetry by Bob
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danced into dizzy oblivion
danced into dizzy oblivionlobotomized while in deep sleep
there is no end to erratic innuendos
mumbled in totaled pews
on Monday morning
it drizzled and fizzled and died
the first clock was made of tin
there is no heritage in words
no genetic spiral in the silence
between rolling waves
Poetry by Bob
Read 577 times
Written on 2017-02-10 at 20:39
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