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The Pink-Slipped Herald

Poetry By: Keeper of Hope

Just a poem. C;

Submitted:Jan 2, 2012    Reads: 18    Comments: 3    Likes: 3   

His sneakers took beat to the thump in his chest,

And affront that roaring field he counted his rests.

With a wink in his eye,

With a loud wailing cry,

The pink-slipped herald peeled away their flesh;

It clung to their chins, a disregarded mesh.

Climbing abruptly,

Falling tardily,

He poured out notes from the brass;

His fire-engine-cheeks shining like glass.

Swinging his horn from side to side,

He buckled listeners onto the jazzy ride.


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