Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Confessions: A Poet’s Poetic Sojourn Comments

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***Read up 'The Conspiracy' First...

The lights were dimmed but I could see… The frame, that face… Just like my dreams. She lay supreme in red satin… Oh my! This girl has come to kill. Her Hair and lovely skin reflects… The mellow rays the lamps project. Radiance, aglow… Name it… She’s dope. No room for gloom… Perform? You Snoop! ! !
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