i go through the throes
of touching my toes
of loving my foes
of finding my knows
of probing the woes
of hitting the lows
of raising the doughs
of creating the shows
of seeking the flows
of screeching through rows
of shedding the blows
of believing in prose
of sharing with those
who celebrate glows
does anyone suppose
i’m through with the throes
Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 8:39 AM UTC
i go through the throes
of touching my toes
of loving my foes
of finding my knows
of probing the woes
of hitting the lows
of raising the doughs
of creating the shows
of seeking the flows
of screeching through rows
of shedding the blows
of believing in prose
of sharing with those
who celebrate glows
does anyone suppose
i’m through with the throes
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