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sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
Jan 02, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Eight days

Three in five out,
find me if you can.

Ignore the leaves,
they blow quickly by,
perhaps me or not.

The dog bark,
A cats cry,
perhaps me or not.

Repetition becomes an easy target,
look up my friend,
give me the shot.

One more in the canteen,
I must go, five days out,
a long road to hoe.

SAKKK.
— sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk, Jan 02, 2009

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sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

17 years 5 months ago

poetry

A flower. Not pretty yet not petty as the flower I send. She holds a dark brown as to be road hard and placed away wet. Can you see her as the middle is of gun gray. Look as she has wood to her sides wow what a beast she must be. Tell me what is that knob she has to the end? THIS FLOWER I SEND. Steven A. Kacer
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Skybones777

16 years 2 months ago

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i Like this one...but what is "One more in the canteen, I must go, five days out, a long road to ho"..that does mean? and what hopped to three day in? you can put more rhymes in this.. .say what happons on each day... i think that would be cool.. i can see you sitting in the shadows.. Of this Poems. would you like me to do a remix, and send it back to you... example~~~> "Three in five out, find me if you can". Ignore the leaves,with Red, Orange and Brown. they blow quickly by,i will be there with out any sound. or I be gone before they hit the ground? how does that sound?pick one... perhaps me or not. LaTer8^)
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sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

16 years 2 months ago

People

Sky, I will try to explain to you Eight Days. Try this to understand. The parchment is placed to your hand, your orders are full. You have three days to place the shot and make the kill. Then you read that the ship will leave and if you are not on it then well we will forget you ever lived. So as to come to mind three in five out. Simply time is not to be looked upon as leisure my friend. As to the color of red it was blood and the dead you see or by chance the truth to no end. I say to you this if a cat is to cry a garbage can is in a different place when you wake. Someone or somthing has made a change. No worries poet as I'm not under the box that was placed to your yard. I'm not the car that drove up to the curb I'm not in the tree next door. Yet I was there yesterday watching you.