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Wed 10/19/22 06:24 PM
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Head above waves when I walk on stilts
and cloud the sea spray stirring the silt. When the wiseguy's shoes tug on my legs dragging me deeper this diver begs a mermaid to share air with a kiss to resuscitate the tanks with buoyant breaths. Lifting me slowly from the murky depths light shafts glint off her iridescent scales, beams a shade brighter every thrust of her tail. Pierce through the surface turn my head and see, a cement mixing thug lurking waiting to sink me. |
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Edited by
Unknow
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Wed 10/19/22 11:18 PM
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UNIQUE
Poet Technovative |
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Nice poem .
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Thoughtful and interesting Loved it
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Thanks for your time and interest folks. I appreciate your feedback.
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