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Jessica Tegnell Poem
Smelled of orange, dense wet woods and musk.
Piercing bright blue steady eyes
Looked up theirs
Constrainted gaze upon his joyful face
So pleasant and entertaining
The Fro with the Negroni
His golden poodle alfro welcoming the bright sun
Stylish shoes, suits; a well groomed homosapian.
He took to the heat by going to the sea
And slept in the sand.
He's not just any man
A certain kind of taste
He sits in clubs and at hotels
Sippin' whiskey and cocktails
The Fro with the Negroni.
Kept mostly to his thoughts
Letting majority of others talk
A man of mystery
The Fro sippin' Negroni
Steady hands like the Drum King
Life of any party
Always a smile on his face
This stylin' man
With the golden Fro
Drinking a Negroni
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Jessica Tegnell Poem
The wave rises like a big hand
A hand that lies on the sand.
The water comes and goes
And thats how the wave grows
As the tide moves on
the wave, is now gone
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Jessica Tegnell Poem
The days have grown long and cold
Time has aged with my soul
Uneventful
Pain stays the same
While the surroundings change
Wake up in a new place
Creatures line up in cages
Greed swallowing them whole
As people walk by with no eyes
Blinded by greed and lust
The beauty that once was
Turns to ashes and dust
A child’s innocents locked up
Starving them to succeed
As death covers the streets
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Jessica Tegnell Poem
We build our own cages
Its the learning how to life with a broken wing
That sets us free
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