The current in my inner skin
today does sting
like sharply pointed
ninety pins
...
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Saturday Night But No Fever - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - This is brilliant, Poet...I detect a hint of 20th century Marxism- stanza three- and it fuses well with those old memories of John Travolta you''ve reawakened. Great verse, Poet! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Saturday Night But No Fever - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - This is brilliant, Poet...I detect a hint of 20th century Marxism- stanza three- and it fuses well with those old memories of John Travolta you''ve reawakened. Great verse, Poet! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - some wrote asa comment but who was he YOU? ?
This is brilliant, Poet...I detect a hint of 20th century Marxism- stanza three- and it fuses well with those old memories of John Travolta you've reawakened. Great verse, Poet!
I hear the silent laughter quickly get up faster pull the curtains aside as our only sun upon us does glide...very beautiful poem..very timely theme of emotional..//
the sun was peeping as scratching inner thighs kept me sighing..//
where in the garbage bin of time can we ourselves dispose early morning we all rose..//
week end is going to be dry Saturday and Sundays everything closed no surprise nothing to try..//
The current in my inner skin today does sting like sharply pointed ninety pins..//
mnmnmnmnmmmmmmmmmmm , ., ., ., ..no point posting poems no comments get recorded ph is not bothered it seems techy foul could be so read older poetry