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daytime
day was a rasher of bacon
sizzling in too hot a skillet
judge said -- thirty days
next case
I was a greasy spot --
a turd on the tarmac
I felt like ashes.
Style / type:
Free verse
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Comments
Kailashana2
Mon, 2010-11-29 05:40
"I felt like ashes."
"I felt like ashes."
Immortal line, Victor!
~A
Victorclaude
Mon, 2010-11-29 15:11
Gets to be like that
Gets to be like that sometimes.
Thanks, Anna.
V
"When a pickpocket meets a holy man all he sees are his pockets."
Unknown (at least to me)
Candlewitch
Mon, 2010-11-29 10:46
Hello,
I agree with Anna... very deep!
always, cat
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loved
Mon, 2010-11-29 11:51
i was always
the essense of ash
hence i never worried
about any rash
ur the ashes we all adore
some need you now
some shall later
that's for sure
loved