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When old men die (Villanelle) by <{Baba^Yaga}>

His cobalt blue sigh bid me not cry But who will feed his dog and trees Was what I thought when old men die He chose the jungle to father's sky Monkeys, Nazis, Jaguars & no breeze His cobalt blue sigh bid me not cry All hunters hunt as all pilot's fly May God take you home with all ease Was what I thought when old men die One plane crashed into a yellow dye Amazon Don Carlos is Machete & teas His cobalt blue sigh bid me not cry Lavender pillows and then sleep try Condors and thunderbird jet streams Was what I thought when old men die Aquarius hands hanged garden's high Whenst stars blaze by as you please His cobalt blue sigh bid me not cry Was what I thought when old men die

Sent away by mommy 18-Sep-03/11:03 PM
I don't hate all rhyming poetry.. here's proof. this poem.

His Cobalt blue sigh bid me not cry.




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