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Here I go again (Free verse) by tadpole

A juicy strawberry. . . This girl never picked it A summer's day. . . Why did I stay inside and let the sun set? A heart so full, kept mostly locked up Unkeyed bares the ardor of a playful pup Am I likened to a misere hoarding a stash, Or a cultivated garden that I am turning by flame to ash? Sloth and selfishness too often befriend me Turning me into my own enemy So now with haste These lines I write As time I waste Again I take flight

irishfolksuicide 25-Sep-03/12:57 PM
Not too much that could be criticised by DA's mediocre poetry chart here. In that sense this is refreshing.

Nothing to really grab but pleasant as a summers day.




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