Thursday, 27 April 2017

Ula

Depending on how you sleep, for a justice sought, my daughter would weep, what she doesn’t know, cannot be bought, on trips to New York, certainly not deep, to fill any loving thoughts, a family she thinks cheap, who don't check their Escrow, nothing better wrought, than promissory notes, far more than any keep, she maintains a clause, states that nothing is free, inflated by what she sees, she looks upon nought's, like prayer without a priest, on troubles brought. u i o birds thrum their tune, scientists of a global nigh, your mother prays to atone, kids on yellow block reel regular as the five and dime, she pulls at my traces, the moon is her nosegay it haunts her face, shudder with each wine, think of the next engagement, in the evening gloom, other shipwreck signs, of someone else's purlieu, learn to dance don't get blue, ignore those cool untruths, give me just one more time. what comes to meet you, the decks that grace her due, each sea green evening, she dances on Hawaii, thats what she'd like to do

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