Colored waxA Poem by Alan Mark MaynesI write my poem with colored wax It's lame, boring, and has no meaning Easily descrided and it's not worth singing Not worth thinking too No good words, no great skills, no poetic eye Just crumbled in the trash thats where I wine & dine © 2013 Alan Mark Maynes |
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Added on March 13, 2013 Last Updated on March 13, 2013 AuthorAlan Mark MaynesDenver , COAboutMaynes I take the name And the blood to keep Our ancestors nature Would never sleep Our lifeline Would never reap The distinct cycles Of our life to peak The grateful gift From our.. more..Writing
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