Poor as Poor July 18, 2008
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What sense
Of smell
Of scent
Of Hell
Is satisfaction? Well,
Its quite
simplistic
when you
miss it,
its all
in all
a tale…
Of mice
of men
of drunken
gin
and wasted
days of yore.
For you
and I
can bake
a pie
but we’ll
never
sever well…
The timely
weather
that keeps
us tethered
poor
as poor
in hell.
© 2004 Argonaut
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