Samael Wolf

Rookie (I'm not sure when I lived / Indiana)

Nothing Personal - Poem by Samael Wolf

No poetry tonight

its bed time and

my mind is a blight

no new ideas invade

I do like Beethovens

sad sweet serenade

I'll be back with some

maybe tomorrow.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 5, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 4, 2010

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