It's clear and cleansed,
Forever shaving head hair ends,
My mood is - well that depends,
Some fallouts and some amends,
Disagreements then losing friends,
Close to midnight - hands like Big Ben's,
Dragons hide out in lairs and dens,
Live chasing righteousness - not spends.
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: May 27th, 2024 01:12
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Comments1
Good write S.
Cheers!
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