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Michael Longfellow Poem
olive skin so soft and silky smooth
dark brown hair the color of poo
sat in the sun too long is what she do
and now shes bronzed and leathery too
her skin and hair turned to vermouth
aged and withered unwise to see
the color of bronze she turned indeed
now caramel swirled and autumned hair
she sat in the mirror and wondered and stared
how to turn back to the dove she once heired
the tanning bed is a wreckless thing
it wrecks and wrinkles the skin!
Copyright © Michael Longfellow | Year Posted 2013
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Michael Longfellow Poem
its sad to see a life go down the drain
especially when they show no pain,
such a precious life is never worth taking
even when the heart is aching,
and nobody knew because there were no clues
playing everybody as the fools,
they reach out with their arms wide open
but nothing in return to keep them knowing
giving their heart and soul but nobody spoke in,
turn just reached for the bong and toke'n
popped a pill and then it sunk in,
every past, future, and present linked in
to this haze of a maze the mind is goin
trapped like a mouse trying to find its way out
just to dissimilate oneself
but the haze makes the daze just fade in and fade out
no where to go, no where to shout
stuck in the head is where it iss stuck
and now all they can say is oh schucks
remember help is only one step away in any direction it may sway
don't leave it to the wonder cause nobody can hear with all the thunder.
Copyright © Michael Longfellow | Year Posted 2013
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