~Exhausted~A Poem by Mr.AllegoryEvery bone in our body creeks Xyster cleaned and ready to do its work Half past 4’Oclock And the clock continues with litany Unfortunate--though expected Stagnant--to gather dust Time is not on our side Even still we grow older Dying slowly as time begins to transpire © 2012 Mr.AllegoryAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorMr.AllegoryLancaster, CAAboutI'm another Human who tends to stray off into the world of the imagination~ more..Writing
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