Poetry / Rooster Culture

You were born a mystery.
Walking, awaiting the drop of the ball.
Slowly escaping through song,
inclined musically to fall.
Desolate hand awaits,
I saw love looking for you.
Inching towards awarded fame,
persistence.
The time, and all you gave,
well beyond your age.
Acknowledging the progression,
unique fashion.
Climactic sleep with no posotive arrival.
We hide inside the rusted train,
along came the ball and chain.

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December 05, 2007

WiseWillie

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WiseWillie reviewed Version 1 - Read 100%% of the Item

spellings my friend. i enjoy the imagery.

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