glen glens Poems

A photo and her thousand smiles...
That hides in this ridiculous world,
A last glance to say goodbye...
Forever that moment will stay high.
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I've thought it was a sea and known to it a salt;
I'd looked deep in the light probably the darkest of nights;
As claimed west is the right path, but life in it on my pleasant land;
Like the more run to a rain, effects of worse water gain.
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she that pretty/ugly seems to flutter
(while on tip'n-toe'n and cross-hop'n; aloft) ,
(to her dreamy-swamp^n)
froggy-spleen kick her almost to that portal-streamin'...
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Oh! what a great day to write,
This happy state ill recite.
To everyone who could admire,
The beauty of this place where we read and lie.
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As the night assures a quite break for everyone,
Together with its soft-sparkling stars of hopes
(that keep us to breathe)
The sky of everlasting crown shelters,
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thousand of lines
got to write down,
foretold write-up's
love pattern flows.
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There is always a place for our insanity,
In the vast, wild ocean of the dreamers alley,
Where the light is green on a bed of opulence…
Change and choose to an extend diversity.
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