This Poem was Submitted By: Scott T Rabb On Date: 2002-07-12 11:17:18 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Rooks and Crows

Be a liberal of your soul, follow nothing, this constant walking on water, the barons are gone with, with childs gleeful wantonness unsupervised happiness, sitting as if lost. I have that opportunity to leave like birds. Books have a bitter funny reason here globe or grape taste good. Past-tense on us, certification mates gray stands out in light, silver elevators strait and level the real sounds. In trustful stupor, immediate cause, bewilderment, the nonsensical engines now. I get their understanding, everything besides codes beneficiaries torn, agreements, modern art. Greek tragedy to a clown not crying or even show philosophys bare foot, I never saw so much inner life talking, without a phone ancient relatives of foorsoothe bones grass(i never saw so much) in a distance seconds arrive fit quickly                         Hades largest city. 

Copyright © July 2002 Scott T Rabb

Additional Notes:
To the crows like Brandon Lee.


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