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Bloody Awful Poetry

Copyright© 2024 by A funny bowl of custard

Chapter 17:Saturday Morning

Tulips taste of tangelos

Under a somber blue tinged sky

Orange blossoms on an apple tree

Forgiving to forgo

Biding my slow time

As I plan the way the next move goes

Compelled to do anything but try

My mistress speaks in myopic spree

Of words to leave me low

But the day is sublime

Penchant for pondering

Spending the day wandering

Through misshapen thoughts

And lily shaded skin

As I ignore the world outside

A day of debts repaid

Secretive slots

As lime green leaves slide

Down wind currents in a slow parade

Devoted to the insurmountable

Heaviness of the day

Such a subtle tinge of blue among the grey

And I don’t feel an ounce of full

 
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