Eli MorenoDrew Biography

It is my belief,
That you have been held captive
in the City of Angels.
Angels force you to model and
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Now once there was a story of a plight,
Of a man that spoke of great fright.
He stood on the corner
Like a small stature mourner
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I wish that I could pick up a guitar
And play a song for you that's beautiful.
Each chord would melt you 'til your eyes were pools
And you would glow as if you were a star!
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Don't rhyme, Poetry.
Our thoughts and tongues don't think that way.
Steer clear of meter, sweet Poetry.
I'm tired of counting and scanning.
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You rare, odd beauty.
How can something like you
Insist on confusing not only
My mind, but the minds of others?
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