Paved down the irony of the crown.
Whose better than who.The currency rules.Paved on the ground.Pavments.Street corners and street lights.The spotlight on the chosen spot.Number 1 and the last spot.The last pea in the pot.Granted life fullfillment...Death...is what we heading to.Like the aligned line of bricks in line.The alighed way of life will keep you in line.In your home.In the bar.In the spar...thinking you've got far.Relaxation in alighnment.The paradox of the end of the pavment.The line ends like the end of a margin.Bullseye missed the target.Your pavement.Your home.Your way.Aligned like bricks in a line
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The Immortal Wize says: Bravo!! most excellent poem |
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tretre says: Yet another Amazing poem...Keep that pen movin Number3...Your poems are never a disappointment. |
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Number3 says: Thank you yet again fellow poets..dearly appreciated...Word Up |
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