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Sunday, November 2, 2014

Bad Poetry: VALENTINES DAY

After I met you,
I tripped over the moon;
I fell through the sky
in a free-fall dive
and then I died.

And then came the choice
based upon my looks and poise.
So they threw me in Hell
and as far as I can tell
I fit in well.

And then I found you,
and that was nothing new.
So I climbed to the sky,
blind in both eyes,
breathing only a sigh.

And so it begins again,
with pale hope and no end.
No matter where I'm found,
in a city or town,
I have a need to drown.





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