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I Drained Life Of Its Fullness

I drained life of its fullness...
not pricing its worthiness,
leaving nicks in the prime of youth:
deceitful tricks to ignore every truth.

I imitated parody to conceal identity,
thus making it forgery my priority;
and the masked nobleman acted out his
infamous burlesque play, ridiculing Fay...
knowing that her unrhymed lines  
were intently borrowed from clowns,
not from gifted writers with clever minds;
did they bray when they were blamed for the delay?
 
My intent was not a merited Godsent or lofty thought
perceived by a gladiator who held the wilt
of his sword proportioned to his solid built, 
but rather ridden by a guilt which had a powerful force to jilt
me when I was reduced to tears by my peers for my peculiar tilt.  


Written on 12/12/2016

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Date: 12/12/2016 6:06:00 PM
Hi, Kim. What a lovely photo you have posted...I love your pretty smile! Thanks for your comment today. I am glad that you like my poem. I have appreciated your time and kindness. God bless you. Warm Wishes for the Holidays. Hugs, Andrew.
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Date: 12/12/2016 12:32:00 PM
The fullness of life's not to be found in deceit and lies. We pay a price or earn a reward in time! Your poem is impactful!
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