Mr. Outlet.A Poem by James HustonPoem about my wall outlet.
Pearl white, you look to scared with that face.
You are so electrifying, Yet its behind that case. It seems you are glued to your stationed place. So abundant you could start your own race. Never, have you said a word in your life. I'm still not sure, if or not you have a wife. I would not dare stick you with a knife. Maybe, or not, you name is Zife. Wielded with so much power, yet. Always ready to help, light a set. Begging for a companion, i bet. But then again, your just my wall outlet. © 2013 James HustonReviews
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3 Reviews Added on March 27, 2013 Last Updated on March 27, 2013 AuthorJames Hustonprescott valley, AZAboutI dont edit any of my work. Once it is written down i leave it. I dont know go back and change anything. I am terrible at spelling and punctuation. I think it makes my writing unique and different... more..Writing
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