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the golden poets

i don't know syllables... as busy as I am

ancient poets had to pass time,
no radio
no tv
no cinema
now Ipod and tripod what not
but one fact still does remain

unless under the sheets we transfer our contains
nothing can a woman contain
or gift in nine months
since ages there has been no change
global warming or not
all under air-conditioning is same
and
friendly poets here
it's well known as the love game
and
of that there is no sin
no shame
don't feel lame
blow the flame
and
then be the warming candle flame
a new butterfly has come down lovers lane
have vanilla
keep your cool
don't change
but
still warm remain

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Poets and love have always been synonymous, scoundrels seems to have been another word that goes with poets. Regards Roscoe...

Roscoe Llane,

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

adds to fun
when poets and artists twist around
with paintbrushes and mounds
then come poetically
lyrical sounds
that all poets have found

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