How long my days, my nights listening to swagger jaggier
Since the seagulls, dance broke the sand-bags
Last year have been widely criticized as the torture year
How long my days, my nights listening to swagger jaggier
Last year hurt more than ever
the attitude of the unions lecture
How long my days, my night listening to swagger jaggier
Since the seagulls, drove the dagger deeper.
Author note...
sometimes in life we just have to take the good with the bad
remembering the storm of 2012..
I was aiming for: The Triolet Form of poetry
May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 5:36 PM UTC
How long my days, my nights listening to swagger jaggier
Since the seagulls, dance broke the sand-bags
Last year have been widely criticized as the torture year
How long my days, my nights listening to swagger jaggier
Last year hurt more than ever
the attitude of the unions lecture
How long my days, my night listening to swagger jaggier
Since the seagulls, drove the dagger deeper.
Author note...
sometimes in life we just have to take the good with the bad
remembering the storm of 2012..
I was aiming for: The Triolet Form of poetry
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