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Yesterday

Blow hot like bellow's breeze Soon it would rain Damp,cold and messy The hike clamped,absolutely down I surrender,stoop to conquer Beneath the phallus is it? Record keeper,Transmutative... From the past are archives Files to be passed on Benign smile,so bewitching Bewildered by nature's cunning act Man's inclination,short,limited In my father's house there are many mansions Indeed,whose mother's soup is sour? Outside the box,path chosen to be lived To be relished in lustful abandon Change is but evasive Man like a cycle walking in circus Man can never change Without traits of yesterday.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 7/16/2010 4:34:00 PM
Yes, our traits trail along with us. Creative write here! Love, Susan
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