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Poetry By: colinb


Submitted:Feb 24, 2013    Reads: 3    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Dead standing out of the dirt,
Standing high above the earth,
Hollow all the way up the girth,
Birds have given birth,
In your hollow girth,
Warm from the elements of earth,
Im sorry to the birds,
I need that large girth,
Do i have the nerve,
To suicide cut around your girth,
A fire i deserve,
Winter you will serve,
Thankyou mother earth.
Colin Bradley


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