A continuation, this time with a focus on that bar.


Among cavemen 2


Fret not you focal fool, I dare you
to follow all winds that fires expression
in the serendipitous seascape flow
where I perform that old time regression.

See not what just a quick colour is,
dig no hole in lifetimes of fortification,
swing that jug knowingly without aces,
you are too far gone for justification.





Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2009-02-20 at 00:28

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