Morning View
a loss of words on this morning of great deals
a mood so sound that it feels
my broken mind folding my impaired enralic
the ma is soring above the everlasting manilic
this making of this is quite modest
2 perfect emotions quar into each other deist
3 morning birds say i have won
4 moving trees stare at my path but can't trust not one
5 women cry from there hearts mend
6 mocking sticks with no end
7 dozen roses refuse too bend
8 reigning magician's stand for what is heartless
9 transing meaningless people forget there purpose
10 watching mar dons spiting there fatherhood
11 working men salvage there manhood
12 dancing fool make there point
1 man sits here without his words
where could THEY possibly be herd
Copyright © Ian Schmidtka | Year Posted 2007
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