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What of me?
Days like clouds
gather and pass
So do clowns,
Each his lass
Con in masks.
Much of them
What of me
What will tame,
The beast in me
I'll just here sit.
I'll sing the maybes
The tasteless of songs
Till in me the urgings
Find solace in these poems
Till i rest!till i rest!like a pest,
In the arms,of a tree,
That my heart,will call blest.
© CMJr®
gather and pass
So do clowns,
Each his lass
Con in masks.
Much of them
What of me
What will tame,
The beast in me
I'll just here sit.
I'll sing the maybes
The tasteless of songs
Till in me the urgings
Find solace in these poems
Till i rest!till i rest!like a pest,
In the arms,of a tree,
That my heart,will call blest.
© CMJr®
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