chris bowen, a.k.a to wit Poems

still as the demon
cascade, weeping
diligent renowned
known for their faith
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so green
so evergreen
the abeline
the sweet song of surrender
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go caught
gee jaw
we saw
the ending
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song same.hey hey
its me, ok?
just chris
did you miss the catch?
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try as i might i feel a light
this day, this tight wallet
bust all my almond cans
see the sand move?
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checkers, chess, jumpers, gun
come on baby gonna have some fun
to-wit is under one
the gun
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the loser is you
looks like were through
do we do?
like you knew
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centre street, a chance to meet beauty, complete
angel food cake works at the glue bake
sake me out, i get a shout out online, not much else more
then summer sure tore me up, two in a truck died on a bridge
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laid in plaid i had, like fourty times said i love you.kill graph? make me laugh and curse you
purses are more like intent.bent on destruction i function to vent.
rent be paid and de guys be laid and i can cure the scent.
whats dat smell but oh, holy hell
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