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the bug zapper
Contributed by
enjoiskating6
on
Sunday, 20th March 2005 @ 10:46:19 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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creeking wood split the thick air's skin,
as the suns decending was to begin,
the moon would soon drench the porch he sat,
He knew his time was wearing thin,
he dangled near by his trap for the bugs,
and watched them pulled by its merciful tugs,
a thing he also has had to combat,
though no longer can with yesterdays shrugs,
the eye of the moon now crept over the plains,
as the crackle of bugs left only remains,
and dropped to the ground motionless flakes,
as his mind and soul start breaking its chains,
bathed by the moon and its silvery glow,
his eyes give way to light white as snow,
then falls in the sky and goes where it takes,
and lays with the bugs that were once his show.
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enjoiskating6
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2005-03-20 10:46:19]
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