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Frederick Viedge Poem
STRONGER THAN A MULE,
THE FUEL
THE STRANGER, THE FOOL AND EVERYTHING COOL
THE FUEL
THE NATION THE LOVE
THE FUEL,
THE PAIN AND THE WILL TO CARRY THE GRUDGE
THE NUDGE
THE FUEL
SWEETENED SIP/SLUG, SWEETENED BREATH
CLOSER TO A ROCK STAR DEATH
THE FUEL
SWILL AWAY
ALWAYS MORE TO SAY
WHEN YOU ARE ON THE FUEL
REGRET LIKE A KICK
THE FUEL
THE ***** THE DICK
THE FUEL
Copyright © Frederick Viedge | Year Posted 2012
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Frederick Viedge Poem
It smells golden in my City after the rains tonight,
It's been a bit bleak and cold and with plight,
But when the salty spring enters it's alright,
So many vivid memories - gold summer light,
I love my city like a Beatles song it's gone on and on it's been long,
It's smells like the gel that keeps my mammal going,
It's flash it's cash, it keeps me flowing, an end that keeps me knowing,
I'll always love the fast and the loose, deep city,
Fleeting and fat like a goose, deep city,
But when it falls, I know it's a noose, deep city
I smile I'm a pragmatic poes, living life dramatic
Copyright © Frederick Viedge | Year Posted 2012
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Frederick Viedge Poem
You make us laugh at the terror of life in a measured way,
Lets look think and react to new profanity,
Let's get jarred, the fool bows before the bard,
Because he knows life is hard,
He lives in perfect empathy...
Copyright © Frederick Viedge | Year Posted 2012
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Frederick Viedge Poem
Our lives should be a dance of movement, breath and grace,
That we do far away from apathy greed, stress and hate,
While we wait for death and his mistress fate,
Copyright © Frederick Viedge | Year Posted 2013
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