Mothers Telling Sons 2 B Brave.
Slave Of Time.
Scheme, With A Slim Chance.
Dance, Dance, Dance Atop The Skyscraper's Roof On A Nice Night.
Fight, Going Down, N The Backyard.
Reward 2 Regard.
Afford, This Or That, The Ultimate Matter.
Letter 2, The Governor, Just 2 Say Thanks.
Thoughts, Those Without Hope So Crave.
- Authors: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym)
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: March 19th, 2023 13:30
- Limit: 15 stanzas
- Invited: Public (any user can participate)
- Comment from author about the poem: Join N, My Friendz.
- Category: Surrealist
- Views: 8
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