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Saw It Coming...Going

Poetry By: devilrod

A brief selection of tangled data.

Submitted:Dec 11, 2008    Reads: 116    Comments: 12    Likes: 7   

How did you come to conjecture

That I was on the precipice

Of turning it over

And diving headlong into, and out of this world

Now you know I never recovered

From the scary story you told

The joke I didn't laugh at

Oh, the joke was getting old

The proof that you pushed me

And me to eventually have to push back

Coldly unsettled

Feverish glances

Not understanding

What we are made of

And finally had to end it

Now onto greener pastures

On to warmer sunshine

On to real living

Out of my head again

Off of my rocker

La la..la la..la


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