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Hey, this is just a poetry jam i've done to break into the booksie spirit of things.
Purbeck - for all those who don't know - is a stunning place in the UK.
Submitted:Oct 30, 2006 Reads: 231 Comments: 2 Likes: 1
Ha Ha!
So it begins
Several pigeons fell to the
crimson King
But who else?
Are you selfless
And humble?
Proud crowd.
I saw you waiting
Multicoloured flavoured lollipops in the wings.
Sweet beat at my feet
Kind of neat
But Hey
His is his and his alone
All that you are
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