do you like my poem.........?

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Tommy

New member
feathers blow gently into the rain
theaters close there gates to the puplic
swans fly from the lake shore
children go as soon as they grow

enchantment plasma screen
hopefully the power dissolves
man works too long in the cold
the sun sinks to the ground
the tramp begs to the busy

merciless straps of chain
sweet tast turns bitter
bra falls to the floor
watch her pick it up and leave
 
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