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My No-Good Graces (Free verse) by D. $ Fontera This prayer is for injustice
For the unsuspecting pawn
Whose life is stricken
With disease
The moment he is born
Bless our indiscretions
Herald this mighty hand
And when we perish
Some may say
Our lives were more than sand
Make me stronger than I am
Revive my vanquished love
I speak these words
From heaven
With false paradise above
Up the ladder:
Cookies Won't Cut It
Down the ladder:
Humidity
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Posted: September 9, 2007 7:09 PM PDT; Last modified: September 9, 2007 7:09 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.0397344 Overall Rank: 7093 Comments:
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10-Sep-07/3:58 AM
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I like the rhythm and rhyme scheme of this. nicely done.
The end goes cheesy.
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