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Bob Quigley,….Voices….
great poem, the motivation,
the despair that rides the mood,
the sadness, awful sadness ,
till the mind gets maybe stewed:(
Tony L
imagination says it all,
a bull without the taste of gall?
what does we have, whats really here,
long horned poncing patio steer:) chuckle...
agape moses, Freds dread
so it moved him off camp,
like a bull camel with the guts ache cramp,
a purge quite enterprising,
just short of re-alising...:)
decamped...
Linda, ooh
and there he stood in a jealous rage,
chomping on his toenails stage,
so we turn another page,
and time has made it right:)
old age....delight...might...assuage.
Don
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