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---/'''\/\,,,/\/\/""\---/\/\,,,/--- emotions toss both you and me we are all on fortune's knee the forest is a single tree in the glass menagerie we are heated we are shaped there's no way we can escape the unruly rageful ape there's nowhere that we can hide from the lion in his pride love's a bird within a snare a fox within its secret lair hate's a wounded grizzly bear of this we have had our share jealousy's a monkey's paw envy's a tiger's jagged maw pain's meat is red its meat is raw its voice a crow to creek and caw sorrow seldom hunts alone grief will gnaw upon the bone fear will turn a beast to stone happiness a red, red rose joy is like a puppy's nose where are these things do you suppose? the bird of paradise still grows we are all caught up, you see there's no way we can break free caged in the GLASS MENAGERIE
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Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 7:40 AM UTC
glass menagerie
---/'''\/\,,,/\/\/""\---/\/\,,,/--- emotions toss both you and me we are all on fortune's knee the forest is a single tree in the glass menagerie we are heated we are shaped there's no way we can escape the unruly rageful ape there's nowhere that we can hide from the lion in his pride love's a bird within a snare a fox within its secret lair hate's a wounded grizzly bear of this we have had our share jealousy's a monkey's paw envy's a tiger's jagged maw pain's meat is red its meat is raw its voice a crow to creek and caw sorrow seldom hunts alone grief will gnaw upon the bone fear will turn a beast to stone happiness a red, red rose joy is like a puppy's nose where are these things do you suppose? the bird of paradise still grows we are all caught up, you see there's no way we can break free caged in the GLASS MENAGERIE
An extension of my poem "emotions" I might combine them both (?)
#love#fear#hate#pain#happiness#joy#emotions#grief#jealousy#envy
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SoulSurvivor
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 7:40 AM UTC
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