Kyle Lowback Poems

It is too late to make new friends because
the weirdness is too much within and everybody
is driven away like the devil from the cross
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Sitting on a chair, help never comes

Nobody ever comes to tell you how to do
things, neither do they come to you and
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'What is time? ' said he in his crazy way and
All the beings followed him in his little hectic
Dancing way so that symmetry was established
Successfuly and astonishingly
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My mother always told me it would be good if I would listen to her mumble jumble and I always denied the proper attention: which might have taken me to the begger position I am now

My company makes enough dough I could wipe myself with hundreds and yet my soul is as weak as an old lady's spine
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