ABCD
A lazy day like a hole in my pocket
Begins before I wished it to be.
Comatose my ambitions
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Should I come to bed?
It's cold there...
When you are not there
To hold me, caress me
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How do I know?
I am getting old
As layers add up
One ring upon another
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The news from Egypt
Is sad and grim.
Syria a mess too
Israel lost its soul
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A purged mind is a thing of beauty
Like my cleansed emptied garbage bin
I can see clear inside of it
After the first rinseā¦
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.........................................Apology for my ignorance
What is it with this starting verse?
Standing all alone on the far right of my poem?
And is trying hard to duplicate my poem's title below!
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A shooting star
How far you are
I see you very clear
In my heart's sphere
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Oh Alexander how could you
With blood build the causeway to Tyre
And burn and lay its foundations to tears
Slain its legitimate population,
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Oh sour balsamic vinegar
Sorry to offend your liking,
But you fail in comparison
Yes you do, yes you do!
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