Michael Gale

Rookie (? / Chicago Illinois/Oklahoma City.)

Poetic's Edge. - Poem by Michael Gale

Bequith this spirirt b'tween mine head...
Ever more numb'ed as headless the dead.
A shift shap'ed heart's emptied chamber...
To each and one all reads out the most lamer.
A quoted quote emoted by thee...
Becom'th plagerised and stolened by ye.
Hath the idea said so mine...
No one had ever caught thy, that ye was blind.
Writes of a passaged year so near...
Time is cautioned by neared as the feared.
Lessons of earnest learned so hard...
Lastly forgotten the once heard bard.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 29, 2006


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