One by one they March on by up the ladder down the slide.. spikes await for thier demise life in hell is such a prize. Two by two we walk away end the suffering that happens every day, lace the brownies and Spike the punch, they won't be home, not by lunch, not dinner, who's the winner, Death in all, By Death we fall. Down. Down.. down... Away we go nothing to show a life within a life without.. what is life about. Shut the door close the blinds.. by the rules we will abide.. the game of Life.. the game of death.. in the end it's all the same madnesses
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To Be Different
PoetryThis, Is a Book of my Very bad poetry, That's correct. I'm a poet. To Be Different Is To be A snow Flake. singular. Slowly Falling. different.. Unaware but Prepared.. Be Different, Be Unique. Be the Needle in the Haystack. or be the straw without s...
