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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required sleeping (( COLLABORATION * Don Johnson )) by~ DON JOHNSON The Nullabor it does abhor the desert in it standing The broken heart he keeps apart where Eagles are a landing kangaroo is prolific cos good seasons bring in millions they shoot them for the last hundred years, Hoppy is still there in millions Almost a plague after rain The cure the joy the madness ploy, just catch a little Shiela but broken hearts tend to self destroy The one true love, to feel her so searching for the lock of eyes upon the Nullabor kangaroo does abound, dead straight the road for sure Ironic tale sour grapes inhale, He sleeps upon the plain his swag is near the old Ute, and the dog is ever watchful his protector is a beaut ~civilization calls~ he has to go back to the city streets And searching ever searching for the eyes of lady sweet. ***by~ POET D: Searching and searching till weak eyes fall asleep. ~civilization calls~ Calls the plague of raining streets! The sleeping kangaroo took me into the abyss of sour grapes. A wildlife with wildfire turned over by wildflowers. Seascapes; full of sand that no one dared to understand! Drowning underwater in a universe that had no expand. Where the passer-by's felt the expression of sadness in his sleeping face. All it took was experiencing the world with one lonely look. A grain of salt, in the night sky! Where clouds ‘walk-sneak and / clouds-cry like a whirlpool’, Tears from a near by fountain deep in a valley. Where we can sing for roo's sleeping heart. Death in a wild flower mourning asleep on the hour. Seeing’ is believing when Shiela appeared. Drying tears with her sweet eyes over the desert lands. A Collaboration with *DON JOHNSON ~MY COLLABORATION CONTEST~
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