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Fools Gold And Wine
A poem very much filled with anger at the slight revelation that someone is an almighty liar. There are vague referneces that are personal. If you're bored and want to know more PM me.
~eric.
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Morning dawns;
a new sun bathes the gray, ashland.
Life bursts as it dawns;
everything becoming clear.
The familiar is gone and a new sense of truth, unfelt and unknown sets in.
I realise now what a master of the unimaginable you were;
beguiling me with fools gold and wine.
Yet it's to late; the sun is up and it has come crashing down on your flamboyance.
Your complex creation choked by your own creative carelessness.
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"Poetry is supposed to be an emotional thing, yet you approach it like a science.
That's my tuppence worth anyhow".
~Kuntfinger.
"This I can handle with my fingers crossed knowing sooner or later another one of you will go and then I will be done."
"Nobody's perfect, but there is a f*cking standard."
Last edited by RickySideburns : 09-26-2007 at 02:02 AM.
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