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Lira Lyla Lola Poem
He's on his own.
Since his dad adlib
Eeriely to his mom.
He asphyxiated by the
Aura of heart gashing.
His garland galed with fury
While gate crashing.
He ordained ****** to
Chicks wheezing whiffs.
Peering number one
On weed puffs.
People descending
Genealogicaly.
His philosophy lies
Physicaly.
He lives a fast life like
A small lump of a metal
Shot from a riffle.
His spitting image, is
Spick and span through
The naked eyes of people.
Now he whim a gaiety living.
He wish he never had this life.
Copyright © Lira Lyla Lola | Year Posted 2012
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Lira Lyla Lola Poem
A part hayt odyssey,
Resembled like mornarchy.
The alley nocturnal caused
Mayhem in the locations.
In the days of anarchy, no
Man's land was nominated
To asphalt, but evacuees
allotmented by a part hayt.
Rascal ogres rebuffed for
Ambidextrous.
Some fought for realm, Some remained
queasy and sissy.
The policemen slogged youth
Willy nilly, while the henchman
Neither splinter nor quiter.
The bosterious finally decreased
And history was made.
Copyright © Lira Lyla Lola | Year Posted 2012
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