Louis Borgo Poems

FOR ME TO WIN IT HAS TO BE SOMETHING IN IMPORTANT.

WHY DOES HE HAS RUBBER BANDS ON HIS ARMS, THAT QUESTION SHALL BE DISCOVER AS YOU GROW WE THE GAME.
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If the sky was a river would you come bond with me,
If the sun was a ball would you come and ball with me,
Just hints to the wind.
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Like a blood omen, Im my brother keeper,
Business and political is like oblivion it never works out,
so sit and take notes of why i should be a better me.
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This curse ambera tundra, hell bound between a street and a corner is what i call home.

The gemetric figuare, it sit with no pattern or rhymetic, but yet with class. class of middle class workers and classmates that made the name home sweet home.
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Oh how memories fade,
and cats play with shades.
like a slideshow uh....
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If vivid was that of a craft,
could image be found that in a hat,

If van gouh could make a tower beautiful,
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If you notice a skelton,
would you notice that there was a body there first.
Like a pastor to a stole let the preaching begin,
to plant a seed,
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As the sun set and beads set on hands,
I think of every hand of a hand; coming to together to voice a opinion,
Set rejoice, hymn has never felt better,
They used to walk the street hand and hand when something was wrong.
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A question, a sentence all made since,
My apologies indeed,1 to the 2,3….
Can you make time a map,
A man a watch, watching it as a clock slide by,
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I will write you to evolution of extinction,

To prove that of a black cat and plus I will sail.
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