Justin Robbins Poet I do not know?

The Fields

Fields upon fields,
of flowers that fly,
in such a beautiful prose,
only for the eyes,
of my beautiful lullaby.

Respired innocence,
sent to perform,
and break the chain,
that causes one to mourn.

And no matter what I cant sup,
I know deep down in my gut,
that things in life,
will no longer be bare,
cause I have the fields,
the beautiful fields that weal's,
flowers that care.

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Jslambert Mister Roboto March 11, 2011 at 6:03 PM What is Sup....Like supplement? suppose? or do u mean like the word sup? like take a little liguid food at a time? Other than that line, which I don't get, That poem is good. That is just my opinion...so take it or leave it. The rest of it flows so well and the sup and gut threw me off. Doesnt rhyme. Maybe I'm outta line, but TRUST when I say your stuff is good. ~JS