Take a bit of Time...
See your Path.
Use a bit of Sight...
Touch the Thorns.
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There were signs, but
There were lines they
Never should have crossed...
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Crossing the line, on Billboard
Or door, made me want my.44.
An arraignment, or two...
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A russet-etched crone
Crouches in silhouette,
Clinging to memories
Of cradle-gold hair.
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Sing soft. Sing loud. It remains so.
If the Lady lifts her hand, does the Beast speak petals...
With hand by her side, does the Beast speak dust...
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June gloom storm night...
'here we go round the roseys...'
sliding windows' rivulets...
'pockets full of poseys'...
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I really hope you do...
Cause there's nothing
Like English ale.
Helluva, hearty brew!
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It might be a poem,
But it don't rythme.
Way too wordy! Not
Worth a dime....
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There's much in the tale
Of a love story here...
Lovely wedding, guests,
And way lots of beer!
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Long til night...mewling,
Sun newborn. Dawned in
Swaddling clouds
Keeping it warm.
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