Legacy


Weird and wired, wild
and solemn to the bone;
my songs are to the core,
exhaling your air,
if you let me.

An intention untaught,
incorrect and in the shade,
an observation, an ongoing,
reality, reality, reality!
Behind these words,
my legacy.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2011-05-08 at 18:36

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