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No More

henceforth be known
all men are weasels
and carry their pride
forlorn and inept
yet waxing with sand

hear the bell – satan
your parcel retrieve
no more

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  1. Date: 11/22/2012 4:11:00 PM

    Ralph, good to see the light,,, , enjoyed stopping by once again ;-)~ Hope you are having a joyous holiday. Take care ~PD

  1. Date: 11/22/2012 7:09:00 AM

    So mysterious...perhaps there is no hell but what we put ourselves through? for we do know when we act as we shouldn't aye? Happy Thanksgiving Light & Love

  1. Date: 11/22/2012 3:15:00 AM

    I like your poem, the first two lines caught my eye ;)

  1. Date: 11/21/2012 2:29:00 PM

    Like it Ralph, good poem. - Thank you for your visit on my poem. - Have a happy Thanksgiving (in Norway we do not celebrate Thanksgiving) - oxox Anne-Lise :)