I could if I wished add to the list,
it goes on if I do or do not
I could imagine or throw in my lot
with
the wandering minstrels
then I've got songs good or sad
I could add.
I imagine
the preen if the peacock can preen is a scene clipped from Dante's inferno
I know
I have been there
my plumes facing where
the air meets resistance.
I have fought and have failed
seized the day and been jailed
the German in me
don't give a
Fuchs
but it's a patch under par
and I have no wish to be a
generalisation
a mile post that marks the end of a civilisation.
I am the art
in me
the living part
of me
and the only piece you see
is that what you want me to be
If it is a list and any addition I may make could be possibly missed
Tough.
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 8:09 PM UTC
I could if I wished add to the list,
it goes on if I do or do not
I could imagine or throw in my lot
with
the wandering minstrels
then I've got songs good or sad
I could add.
I imagine
the preen if the peacock can preen is a scene clipped from Dante's inferno
I know
I have been there
my plumes facing where
the air meets resistance.
I have fought and have failed
seized the day and been jailed
the German in me
don't give a
Fuchs
but it's a patch under par
and I have no wish to be a
generalisation
a mile post that marks the end of a civilisation.
I am the art
in me
the living part
of me
and the only piece you see
is that what you want me to be
If it is a list and any addition I may make could be possibly missed
Tough.
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