Louis Borgo Poet Verse

Ladder

I’m holding a passion deeper then any amber eyes,

Then any last day among a feather tip to,

Bitter sweet hand among a grace feather among shoe lace,

The heart of young king eyes of gentlemen is approach,

Sitting among the steeper steps of life that,

Lead to a path to unknown is heart to clever net,

Hide of a note of love,

Ladder to climb home looks and whistle,

Scatter like bees to a dinner for honey sweet home,

War shack no fear of the envy site I am back home,

Known such laughter soon to fit the core of life,

Bitter sweet hand among a grace feather among shoe lace,

Mark a gentlemen that climb such a,

Ladder.

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