KnifeA Poem by Liam Nealey
Sharp little brother
clings to my side Gives me the courage I wouldn't ordinarily have. When beast I receive, He gives me the meat. When plant I crave, He presents me the treat. I must be careful to hold his hand lest his quick tongue lick me. I must always understand the thin straight power held in hand that could take Life with quick slit, slice, slash of gash. Quiet little friend, silent little fiend, may always I know the comfort you bring. © 2010 Liam NealeyReviews
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6 Reviews Added on May 16, 2010 Last Updated on May 16, 2010 AuthorLiam NealeyGAAboutI write for myself, things that I like to read. However, I welcome reviews! I find it very interesting how a poem can take on a life of its own, how it can gain more meaning than it was written with, .. more..Writing
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