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Train of thought...

Train of thought….

In a cigarette smoke
filled atmosphere
Carl Philip’s music
played, ..
Buddy took the stage
to dodge, insult.

John hoped he’d get
his shot as George,
heard a Harp,
play gentle.

Dylan cried words,
on strawberry
fields. They’d groan,
he doesn’t care
to reign.

Then a guy gave a
Silly perverse, wave
to Paul as he
left the building,
scrabbled into a limo
and was gone

He was tapping
Eleanor silently
in a corner, on keyboards.
second name Rigby.

Opiates were opposite
on a table
by the door,
Bowie was close
to tiers, One or two.

It’s here I got off,
voices fading fast.
Hope your not onboard ?
next stop, may last.

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Seems we have submitted poems that describe what we experienced in a event, your musical, mine a poetry reading venue.


I have just read your poem and it was worth the read, i can say nothing but sometimes simple mines, and great yours, minds think alike. Seriously i am sorry this has been the case, but on the otherhand glad i read your poem.. Regards Roscoe...

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

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