Morgan Thompson

Inescapable Music - Poem by Morgan Thompson

you sing a song, a singing song
a stinging ringing clinging song
strung across the summer sky
like thread run through a needle's eye

pretend your song is peach pie
pretend it's pristine, potent
poison in a prim disguise
can not be hidden though it tries

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 28, 2008

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