GRANT FRASER Poems

Had to edit
the sun out of my picture,
it's big dazzling eye
ball was too much,
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Separating time
with a word knife,
this stuff doesn't grow
on trees!
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where did you get that
gown,
show off?
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Ah! this is nothing,
there is no fundamental
left in the lobby of my head,
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I came out of nowhere,
it did too,

it did did did did,
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There's not much to me
not at all,
but that doesn't mean
I don't think...
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Blank notes of paper,
whiteness to fill
the soul with something,
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The sleep deprived ill
defined moment buzzing
in your scope of moments
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Maybe in another
ten years or so
something poetical
within me, shall mature...
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Maybe in another
ten years or so
something poetical
within me, shall mature...
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