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Underhand

Underhand

A Poem by John Alexander McFadyen

Underhand

Red is Red

and Jack is Jack,

Frieda has no time

nor space to expand.

An Archangel reflects your guilt

as he watches your black heart.

But the truth,

without doubt,

is that you are the only one

who has sold his soul and

who dances with the devil.

 

02/07/13

© 2013 John Alexander McFadyen


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John Alexander McFadyen

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I've been waiting for someone to write 'bout this and wow, you done it and more! Wait until Frieda reads it, haha.

Awesome job, John!

~ Noodle.

Posted 11 Years Ago


John Alexander McFadyen

11 Years Ago

Thank you dear girl!
Ah, indeed, the devil waits for us all to put on our dancing shoes.

Posted 11 Years Ago


John Alexander McFadyen

11 Years Ago

Indeed he does Thomas, indeed he does.
Leave it to other people to disappoint you. Life?

Posted 11 Years Ago

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John Alexander McFadyen
John Alexander McFadyen

Brixworth, England, United Kingdom



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