Poem 2-34A Poem by Keiththere you stood ambiguity on your sleeve eleven years of lethargy embraced with a minstrel's rhyme a quarrel of quavers hanging from a hip forgiven toying along cupid's strings a lyre guilded with golden dreams a line read instead disparity of times alive beckoning of sirens ring equanimity and just redeem rumblings of hunger coterminous and parse inflect lying eyes rebuttal sigh introductions made yet another time
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1 Review Added on February 5, 2008 AuthorKeithWinnipeg, CanadaAboutHave written, in many forms, most my life. Anything which one is capable of expressing will be welcomed by another, for the furthering of their understanding. This will be accepted before judgement .. more..Writing
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