celine charcoal

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Rules Of The Game - Poem by celine charcoal

some guy peed,
on a high river end and there the misses
portrayed the angles of their times
wishing on both end
the sissies
they rambled towards the silent
their mangs has had
to oil
too soil in astray
damn saying went
laid in this reasonable
cynicism the erection
worth a guile
the sonets and the rhymes
sent the guliver
in sad binds
mister soap
is not war
this foam is for
heaven to be sat
in discretion
bye the earth.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 16, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 25, 2011

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