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To the Savory Sods
Contributed by
skyhawk432
on
Friday, 1st December 2006 @ 08:37:30 AM in AEST
Topic:
dedicatedpoems
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Pity that strutters ne'er see the frequent, somber, starry streams washing the rocks; waving to the horizon. If sense were to emerge with their tastes, maybe, in conveyance, could they try the treacle tarts; tainted with sin,
Another, with some presto, will be- gin the gin vernacular, Rose-In; and by Rose-In I mean to puncture the Thorn-Beauty, and pricking the shtick.
O'er the sentiments lies nothing, except for the kirschwasser mixture; a cherry with straw delight, for them. Though, most would chit-chat about a rose and its feelings; more would be inclined to lose life-drip by drip-o'er it.
Shtill, my pity clings to the strutters for ne'er letting their own roses blossom and bloom; baring instead their withering charms while living in death.
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