Array ( [sid] => 183361 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => let/'/s cross over [time] => 2016-07-11 21:53:21 [hometext] => Follow your inner moonlight; don/'/t hide the madness.~Allen Ginsberg [bodytext] => Appalachain secret/'/s
written in the palm lines
the trees hum
the cat pad pad pads
a figure 8 round ankles
and yester-years yoked
to my sorrowful heart
where I hide my eyes
from past to here
widows dark
city crowded
with 317,419
shades of grey
years swollen
with the tick-down
slow-tap
moonwalk
and old ink
left over dreams
is omens
is visions
is smoke
is there
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let's cross over
Date: Monday, 11th July 2016 @ 09:53:21 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: ming
Appalachain secret/'/s
written in the palm lines
the trees hum
the cat pad pad pads
a figure 8 round ankles
and yester-years yoked
to my sorrowful heart
where I hide my eyes
from past to here
widows dark
city crowded
with 317,419
shades of grey
years swollen
with the tick-down
slow-tap
moonwalk
and old ink
left over dreams
is omens
is visions
is smoke
is there
is end.

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