An ace in my place


This time that we have is a place,
a displaced and unlaced place,
caught in an unforgiving chase
where we face a massive craze
and occasionally any number of praise
while dazed we still embrace
the cuckoo's around the maze mill
with a yielding glow in our face.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2008-12-25 at 03:15

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