Before dawn


Dawn escalates with the mire moon,
downing white spirals and wine
with the coming of all fools,
driving one way vehicles.

This is why all serene stamina
is exhausted before too late
crams into nothingness and no:
This is no ball game, no ceremony.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2011-06-09 at 23:28

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