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lobomao
lobomao
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Beyond the chain
Reclined in lazy lines
One pearl after another
Pulled from the fervent lips
Of eager oysters
Sleep walking
Between the wizened walrus
And the spiteful carpenter
Who stroke and stride
On this stretch of sand
Looking to recline
Dance dream and dine
on and on and on
A loaf of bread
A jug of wine
And thou
Lay back
Tell me
Truths of the fictions
You dare to spin
While your head in the clouds
Your hands in the fire
A forge for chains and fools
Leads me and lefts me here
Hand facinated and over worked
Watching you spin your tails
Pulling out dreams
One by one
You have cleverly
Beaded together
On a fine line
Sung out and strung
From breast to breast
Holding me here
On your sunlight side
I wait for the tide

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AnonymousAnonymousover 18 years ago
luv your tight rope

pens...with alliteration to be in awe of...wow wooo wow...great title too..blue

dcpoet44dcpoet44over 18 years ago
i like this......

Watching you spin your tails

Pulling out dreams

One by one

You have cleverly

Beaded together

On a fine line

you did mean tales didn't you? a nice reflective piece....don

AnonymousAnonymousover 18 years ago
Alice

never had as much fun at the beach. She only got the dodo, it seems that you got the girl.

Thanks for the literary excursion back into a tale of childhood.

Carrie.

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