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This silly thing called Love

Craze comes out of barrel of joy,
Joy, what makes you behave coy,
Coyness, a thing that would get a toy
From the soul, hands of a smart lil' boy

That his head bobs in saving his mother,
Mother, the filial original not really similar
Similar? To the father, rasp voice that quiver
From the garden of marital rupture. It'ld linger

Over the elms of gut, ebbing with the tide
Of bliss ended. Never should beings all hide
The love, warmth of family. Filial code to side
A broken china, a shattered shuttle that'ld bide

Brittle bliss. Come in the evenings and laugh
At the debris of the drum, a rumble of cough
Upon anodyne ruble of ruin. Feed from trough
O! Love if you aren't life. Then live quickly, rough.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 11/13/2011 7:32:00 AM
very good one it is one of my favs now
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Onyebuchi Okonkwo
Date: 11/13/2011 8:33:00 AM
Thanks Craig
Date: 11/12/2011 9:05:00 PM
O.O., ENJOYED... TAKE CARE,..P.D.
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Onyebuchi Okonkwo
Date: 11/13/2011 2:03:00 AM
Hope you will destroy all poetry, P.D., so we will see what to write. LOL! Thanks for the comment...nice time.