Ever The TwainA Poem by DevonsThis madness is a site better not to have been a bonfire of devils that linger unseen - and don't mess with Mr. In-between
It's the story of a lovely lady who was bringing up three very lovely girls the eldest was a beaut’; the youngest, blonde and cute - but the middle one, all ill-repute and curls.
She's madness with twitching leg, and blue unstill, at unrest, like someone I knew - these foolish things remind me of you.
It's the story of a man named Brady who was bringing up three young boys of his own the youngest, the beginner; the eldest, a winner - but the middle one, all sinner, left alone.
He's madness reaching out but throwing blows in defence of all he sows - heaven knows anything goes.
And woe-betide they ever should meet She and He, like dogs on heat - inevitably to burn each other out, never left in doubt their only moves - to Twist and Shout. © 2010 DevonsReviews
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Added on May 15, 2010Last Updated on May 15, 2010 AuthorDevonsSouth West, United KingdomAboutWE BREAK ACROSS THESE TRAM LINES I DRAW by Haz I draw them with lines of reflections through their steps enough space between them for your space.. more..Writing
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