Short Gamed Poems

My friend, I’m delighted by your reply.

The moon in my sky, shines the Monkey’s way.

And my Day?  Summer. A Lioness she say.

An element of Fire, full of desire.1Storm

So the Maya gamed. My name is Long,

In the middle that Way. And I’m…

Weaving Time, into a new Play....

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She is as beautiful as sky's unwilling to rain,

on 69 degree days, 

up high where I have talked all the way down my walk so plain-

so whatever you heard of her blundering fame,
you must shout now how you'd love to die of shame!

Shame in names after the places you gamed-

toying with the very walls frame....

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