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To Take Or Not Take Turn

To Take or Not Take Turn Did truly become traumatic Result of semantic that is static That you will often experience And not making much sense. While waves watched were wretched (Wow all w's.) In sand patterns were etcheded Heard some seagulls screeching For food from God beseeching. A tern while walking on soft sand Took turn for worst and would land Reason why was not well explained On surface of sand he remained. Then they had horrible hurricane With much wind and pounding rain Waves continually tried to repeat Until tern was back on his bruised feet. Fete was found in wind and balm In eye of storm was seen a calm Said to myself somewhat profane Let the _ _ _ calm forever remain. Who next wants to take their turn at the campaign. Also, what page in history will we have to turn to when we want to find out what had happened again and again. Me, me and me again Who I am in love with. So I want call anyone any names that are not nice. Yours Tom Dooley,

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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