Renee Muravez Poet Rhyme

That's the Way the Cookie Crumbles

Jungles like company,

 both parents want custody, 

 the elderly needs an accompany, 

 I am reluctantly, 

 withering away in the upcountry.

 Snow burns my throat,

 I use up a lot of time on my remote,

 I know I have someone to devote.

 All this conflict ,

 will predict,

 a passage way through the jungle,

 a nice person for you to stumble,

 across.

 Remember people practice daily loss

 of emotion or ambition;

 a burned out ignition;

 or a life-depending mission.

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Liam Mcdaid January 17, 2015 at 5:27 PM deep excellent pen love the passage way through a jungle gives a mystery to this piece renee

Andy Dangercat January 9, 2015 at 9:06 PM Amazing. I'm absolutely fascinated with this one.