LeoA Poem by Riordan McNewSimple Enough
Legs barred from the ground,
Chest forged in tungsten, Arms lost in the unbound Eye draws all pungent Ambrosial Coffee, brewed with wine. Prithee taste it, oh so divine! Now all time is most unreal Perception says these folks can't feel Now we wait upon the dawning Rays so birth can be re-done Redundantly they hide under awning Now our storms here, the web's unspun. Let us give thanks for we aren't alone, The ghosts of Auld Lang Syne came home. © 2012 Riordan McNew |
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