01 September, 2013

Poem - Genuine

Flying punches took the floor Look ole yonder, a silver swing A nuzlocke, a lame joke, a gesture Two blind men met each other

An invite, a greeting with a push A struggle to adapt, but alas all done was for the better,
and the better an old wine is till the unfermented grapes drown

For like two kittens, purrs of one accord Claws marked with same scratches
The left paw and the right paw of them Both serve their master, walking him, waking him

A messala and a Judah ben hur Breaking down after those five years But really messala was not knowing That the saved ben hur forgave him.

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