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Unintelligible Susurration


Michael


Meeting Michael
might make me
mad.
Meeting Michael
at midnight in the
month of May.

Mingling with Michael
must mean missing
many moons.
Mingling with Michael
I am, miserably muttering
my most magical moment.

Misfit Michael
mustering molding men.
Misfit Michael
mercilessly manipulating
my mind.

Submitted: Thursday, May 09, 2013
Edited: Thursday, July 03, 2014

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Just a silly poem using alliteration with the letter 'm' ;)

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