Shaun Hellend Poems

The origin of the species is a fabulous tale,
A story without reason, a rhyme without fail.
It starts with a beat and ends with a whistle,
Reborn again in the heart of a thistle.
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I stand alone against a backdrop of broken rubble,
A ruby red liquid vanishing with every bubble.
I wonder to myself what I did to deserve such trouble,
Wishing my life had been that much more admirable.
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