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The Noble Soul Has Reverence For Itself Some saw steel as a hurdle A material, creatively, infertile It had no use in a Tudor Chapel As void an object as Eve’s apple Innovation died with, past, ingenuity A true lost sense of congruity This defined the apparent nature of a coward A form vacant in Howard …(A car electric powered,  Clear history soured.) P.S Eter Ellers Walked in, mud on his shoe The substance looked like a mound of poo Cleaned it off in a decorative pool Down river, ran the stool Birdie Num Nums scattered about Soaked with water from a concrete spout Furniture moves with a life of it’s own The will to which is hardly known An invited pest An awkward guest Painted skin The Party is FIN Futuristic Nostalgia Two are split by the same division A line drawn with accurate precision One's caught in the hands of a time piece running fast Frightened by setting it too far past Another’s caught in a backwards flock Allowing time to tenderly stalk Neither finds it clear to see Present tense is the place to be
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Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 7:20 PM UTC
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The Noble Soul Has Reverence For Itself Some saw steel as a hurdle A material, creatively, infertile It had no use in a Tudor Chapel As void an object as Eve’s apple Innovation died with, past, ingenuity A true lost sense of congruity This defined the apparent nature of a coward A form vacant in Howard …(A car electric powered,  Clear history soured.) P.S Eter Ellers Walked in, mud on his shoe The substance looked like a mound of poo Cleaned it off in a decorative pool Down river, ran the stool Birdie Num Nums scattered about Soaked with water from a concrete spout Furniture moves with a life of it’s own The will to which is hardly known An invited pest An awkward guest Painted skin The Party is FIN Futuristic Nostalgia Two are split by the same division A line drawn with accurate precision One's caught in the hands of a time piece running fast Frightened by setting it too far past Another’s caught in a backwards flock Allowing time to tenderly stalk Neither finds it clear to see Present tense is the place to be
charles-lutwidge-dodgson
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Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 7:20 PM UTC
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