Pierre Rausch

Rookie - 0 Points (24.01.1982 / Luxembourg)

Red Earth, The Cannonball - Poem by Pierre Rausch

A pogo boy on sticks, would it slip fitter happier a son bit
And what happens, it's my friends that help and care
My friends, that traveled for garbage cans
My friends, which traveled for the birds there who fly
A logo stick or toy, would it be accepted
Since it's my buddies that help me out
My buddies, which accosted for polo bears
My buddies that collared in harmony
I slipped on a little white lie; I slipped on a little white lie
Don't white me more you’re yours to can
Architects of the future, architects of a “Dieb”
Red earth, the cannonball, red, red earth

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 29, 2013

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