Talk
I want to shout bam andThen pronounce boo!
But who would pander
To me and not bamboozle
Such a pronouncement?
All whispered from around
The corner straight into your
Shell-like deafness is my cry.
Soon my dear we will do
Or we will die...and it will
Not matter at any point.
Come face me and hear us
Talk...let's drink coffee and
Stir the grounds between us.
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2011-02-10 at 00:31
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