under the sun. I give you a catapult to spead your influence over the
country. Covering the ground with weeds of deceit. You can
keep you needs in a box under your bed.
Yammering half truths on things you think you know. Carry
on your straining back a yoke dragging negative feelings. For
unkept statues beset your garden, spilling rubble on fragile dreams.
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I got a poem for 'ya.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
That poem you wrote is crazy
And so are you
P.S. Dont spam me ;)
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Yo, I must be psycho.
I thought Wassim left a comment, which you deleted for a typo.
I hope I spelled your name rite.
Beautiful poetry... all of you. *sob*
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