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Monday, October 6, 2014


There it was -- ready to go -- a free verse

It was rehearsed many time by the youths

There were portions they knew in advance, yes,

There were others not one knew for certain.

Yet they appeared with everything ready

Or if not, they would fathom their freedom

For that had no parallel on the earth

The pendulum would swerve -- thats right it would

By the likelihood of failure lures it

Rapid as fire withholding violence

Which is no easy thing to do for some.

They would perfect until something got done.

Even if it meant sheer self-destruction
as paper turned to dust in the dustbin.

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

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