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Friday, August 3, 2012

Thick as the walls of the terradon’s skull

 Thick as the walls of the terradon’s skull

Where hardly a sound can be heard of stone

Hardening as a bone is its conscience

Which never wielded nothing but the hulls

An outer semblance in silkened clothing

Shined-up with spit are its talons and toes

Oh misery oh pity oh clemency

Find you nowhere to cast out your verses

Those that were delicately purchased poems

Of Petrach of Shakespeare whose will it be?

Love without opportunity or hope

It Awakens and begins to alert

Where there is no happiness a heart aches

It sounds like a person who is in chains.

This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

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