Bottles and cans,
Clothes and washers,
Cameras and VCRs,
Melted doll face.
Cloud cries,
Birds gossip,
Trees frown,
Earth digests.
Missed.
Late.
Forgotten.
Early.
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This is a haven for thoughts expressed in poetic forms.
Enjoy the road less travelled
your poetry submissions are welcomed and encouraged prof.madmax@gmail.com
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About Me
- Prof.Madmax
- Mount Vernon, Tennessee
- I am an English major graduate with a B.A. from the University of Tennesse. These are my poor atempts to begin to learn how to capture that elusive spark, or the memory of said spark, that is, after all, life.
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