I've been scribbling again...
Poems in 140 characters or less...
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the children wept at king kong
indignant that cartoons lie
learning a harsh lesson
from which parents protect them
that no, the hero may die
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blood and soil
how I loathe the inhumane idea
of mr lawrence
or perhaps I'm over reading
what he's over-written
blood and soil
noble savage
.....
the crosses which we found
have no nails
only in the searching
were we bound
....
in this wind the rain will pass
quickly as the sunlight has gone
and I flinch at the trees
in which a robin clings to song
....
hems always hems
always boundaries and
beginnings always
just glanced touches
no matter how hard we try
it is always edges
that cut
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peace:)
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