My Dream Takes ShapeA Poem by FamaSemperVivatAnother shape poem.Was it really just last night? I dreamt that I had my son's wife pleading, begging for her very life? Down on her knees, at the point of a gun, apologizing for everything wrong she had ever done. As the cops stormed in their guns drawn, saying ma' am don't do this please drop your gun. What? I proudly said, raising the gun to my head and squirting myself right in the face, with colored water and bits of paint. Make this wretch who's lied to me finally answer truthfully? © 2011 FamaSemperVivatReviews
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10 Reviews Added on June 17, 2011 Last Updated on June 17, 2011 AuthorFamaSemperVivatSpringport, MIAboutA Wee Bit About Me (Besides being Irish that is) Well, I'm not very good talking or promoting myself in an About Me Page. It's easier to show myself in poetry. As far as this goes, just read my p.. more..Writing
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