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John B Apr 2018
With a snap of my fingers

The fourth wall brakes

In a drop of the lights

I bow for the audience

Saying goodnight.
PSHAW DIM WISENHEIMER GESTALT

YOU ARE A TRIFLE RIPE OF PLATITUDES
O'Reily Sep 2014
Why are all poets best remembered AD?
A Dead Poet Society?
A numerous?

Political talk no shine from a clock,
Witches past their poetic hour and knock,
No turn of the glass no stone left un turned,
Its mason house stored with an unpredictable mouse.

So tell me why our best poets are all ways remembered dead?
For a king and queen then bed,
Crown jewels a steeple tower read.
For long live the king and queen.
Said lurch from the munch kin fed.

Basically fallen through the mind full hands,
Teaches goodness my good friend stand,
Breath in your goodness from thy warmly hand, be deliver thy truth fullness beyond any command.

Speechless written creatures what's with me now,
Oceans deep be sea oceans waves high above the cloud line,
Blue clues can be lie so deep in this long everlasting numerous sleep.

O'Reily@06092014

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