Poet Lurking
Oh deer how sad, its *****,
i betta change me undies,
hermaphrodites in hevvin here,
i'll be gone by monday:)
The poet lurks in thee,
the searching one can look an see,
let it out babe, let it come,
the words n ye are bloody one!
I kno the feel of the lonesome wheel,
when it only turns 4 you :)
seek and you will find fresher deals,
look till she comes, your heart it feels,
so bright n new.
never stop looking mate!
Jack Ross
surely know the feeling mate,
staggering, steady in me gait:)
your verse, immortality will bring,
long after death does surely sting,
keep writing the good ones mate!
Don
sometimes the one appears,
but she is not for me,
i follow in her footsteps,
but she's still running to be free,
oh dear hehe. :)
Don Johnson 17-july-11
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