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| Poetry...is motion- lotions and potions for the notions of emotions; the quotient of devotion, the depth of unknown ocean, a chosen explosion, well-woven and open, it's hopin' and smokin', a spoken token for serious jokin, unless you be chokin' in the case- use a pen: to question direction, and to make corrections as well as connections to foreign complexions or other reflections on old friends and trends, the tao chens, if not now whens? your heart-breaks and heart-mends, escarpments, apartments and g-love compartments, dartmouth vs u-penn, we win- 12 to 10, time and again we express from within, impress who listen, caress them and then, address them as friend and undress the zen to all living men: -to take where you've been- now later and when; -your friendships with jen, and with ben and with gwen -the real and pretend and the love that you lend and the love that you send to all of your friends -the rapper's new benz, with 40 inch rims, and the bling-bling trim, and you can't see in because of the tint -and how you cant pay the rent on your apartment and that letter you sent to congressman kent, asking him where all the flowers done went- this poems over, brothers, sisters, i'm spent! |
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