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Poetic Ire

Quick like fire
Burning desire
Is a pseudo-sire
Playing a lyre
Breaking a wire
By greased tire
Stepping in mire
Looking at a pyre
It’s all looking dire
Quick like fire
Burning desire

Russell Sivey

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Poet Destroyer A

August 19, 2011 at 2:07 AM

great write...love the flow,..Linda

Nette Onclaud

August 18, 2011 at 9:47 AM

well-done.. monos can be montonous, but not this one, russel.. dool! :) huggs, nette

Judy Ball

August 18, 2011 at 2:18 AM

Really good one here my friend. I'm no judge of form but know what sounds good and this does. Writing is like this too. It's a burning desire to write but if you don't write it down right away you lose it and sometimes you step on some toes if someone doesn't share your insight. ;) Good write, God Bless, JB