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Jeff Teasdale
Poems
Oct 2017
Not the Man I Used to Be
Hailed as a hero to all
That don't know him
A harvestman, of porcelain
Collective picture of me
Identify & catch the fall
Dealing in lies
The joker has no hand
No full house, empty pair
Cards are for tricks
Slight of hand, baffled eyes
Desiccating words
That dry my soul
Spat out, shat out
From my own mouth
A truth? not unheard
Shackled myself down
Bound in false words
Ironically , moronically
Still have the key
Locked solid within a frown
Even a cactus flowers to show
YOU, the beauty inside
An ocean, not shallow pool
Self improving, pretty mind
Dull light, now aglow
Something's are best reflected in your eyes, not your lies
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Jeff Teasdale
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