POETS EMPTY CUP

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Submitted: April 04, 2013

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All the ink is gone.

Get a job, on a farm.

Such is the poet's fate.

Without money and getting late.

Empty wine cup in bent hand.

All those words and now till land.

Poverty stricken poet - LAUGH LOUD.

Your floating on a cloud.

Mortals just don't ever know.

The poets eye - such flys the crow.

OH-that mighty cup of hand.

Resting - a sip of many lands.

A poets mind, like sifting sand.

Come to me poet - with lifes rhymes.

I really need to know the - TIME.

TIME TIME TIME TIME TIME TIME

 

[from 8hop.com 2007 offline ]  POEWHIT 2013

 

JESUS SAVES


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