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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Narrow escapes- thrice threatening Came and went Despite succor abstaining My soul under no circumstances meant Harm to my person Stolid as I sometimes dreamt to claim Not heeding, not learning warnings a salutary lesson That on me poured blame Sucked from narrow escapes Felt deep within my clones, bones, tones and zones As fortune on my side with sour grapes From goring horns and thorns Gunning and turning in earnestness Towards the weaker flank Carelessness on my part gifted wanton wistfulness Grown from dating devices I couldn’t spank As on my knees I slumped Begging feet of defeat to spare me When false charges I slapped On the sooth-sayer I could hardly see or foresee In the vicinity of the battlefield Where blood gushed From a weal shield That blows from all directions hushed Weak on melting knees I slumped The writing on the wailing wall Dawned near and clear as bludgeon blows together clamped and lumped I was undone! Slow and certain sounded the clarion call Fate and its mates Discomfiture and discomfort couldn’t obviate From doom and gloom gates Fortune could no longer deviate From gurgling and giggling gates of Hell Open so wide To spell and tell The demise my pride Touted on the snout of the clout pout and spout Tinted by the ubris crease whose fleece Made up of diseased doubt That no retreat could delete from a missed kiss Swollen and stolen In a last step ditch effort All of a sudden- sullen As crude collapse conquered my fort.
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