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Out of Place

confronts in the wee day, street urchins stole my green paper, spent the night in the pricky hay, seeping dew on the near tree-pepper. broken pieces of a poor heart, swollen feet tasted enough miles, and when the day is yet to break apart, you distort all that make me smile. a bet, bet for the best, i gambled, only to gain the grave, used all the power for all the rest, and now am left with no coin to save.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 10/27/2024 7:13:00 PM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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Date: 1/4/2016 12:25:00 AM
Brian Nyangweso, enjoyed reading your poem. Hugs **SKAT**
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