| General Poetry
posted July 24, 2014 |
Where have all the children gone
Days of a fate
Something is late
I knew it was true
Looking to me
Feet running free
Into the grate
Singing the blues
Not true
Just a place to draw from
Corner in hues of news
Lady infuriates
Warms the grate
Drip of sand
Dances for the man
Days of fate
She lays the blame
Same in gold
Counts same
On the border of
Children pregnant
New game
U.S. place to leave
Nothing in heart
Or up her sleeve
As the sun covers me
Eyes burn to see
What is it man needs
Days of a fate
Something is late
I knew it was true
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