 twenty six miles away and i still want to be one of the class clowns, and if only i could stop the lion tamer from his sad and wandering ways and go back to the broken fence where we first escaped from uncle john and the first law of the blue roller coaster while the clown cried twenty six twenty six miles to east st louis ladies and gentlemen before the white merry go round stops forever and all the red horses run away |
Sunday, November 8, 2009
lion tamer
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Great poem...especially with the added art and color in the decor. Nice touch.
Timmy,
Fine poem with a flowing rhythm. It is also great that you added your personal artwork here.
Thank you for being an administrator. I am glad to have you here.
jenny,
thanks for the invites. looks likes the page is off to a great start.
i think allowing crossposts is a big plus.
Timmy,
Lovely cadence. I don't know your intention, but being a lifelong midwesterner of USA, I surely know a few lion tamers. Be you anything but a hero, you will be tamed here.
Oh, the flinging consequence of systems (merry go rounds) that produce so much anarchy and self organization. "Red horses."
Adieu.
I'm afraid I was tamed long ago. I was never a lion, though.
Great poem, Timmy.
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