![]() Scarlet ShadeA Poem by Kenneth The Poet
the gun misfired
or dry-fired the account varies due to human nature details embellished, tragedy relished by all in the audience so the story becomes legend, a tale rear-ended by the craving of action-reaction, of adventure and fun so who fired the gun and who has the red hands? so does it even matter? most people fire, dry or wet, real or not and all hands are red, by action, inaction or just plain hue embellish the tales to the heart's content dry-fire and misfire all the guns until the tower of Pisa collapses and worry not about how the red the hands can get because all human hearts pump the scarlet shade
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4 Reviews Added on October 27, 2013 Last Updated on October 27, 2013 Author![]() Kenneth The PoetBismarck, NDAboutKenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..Writing
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