Tongues little treat
Like sunshine in rays
Distant in daze
Moments in haze
Keep looking back
Never keeping track
Of begs a pleading
A hearts a bleeding
Opera on the floor
Sanity out the door
Nights a ringing
Souls a flinging
Tossed and believing
That one little thing
Somethings do change
An island of swim
End books whim
Characters done
What's become
To the hero then
Or looser has been
Or looser has been
King on top
Pauper will mop
Over the world
Flag unfurled
With the host
Over the boast
Glass raised my candy toast...................
FTBAS 9.11.14
FTBAS 9.11.14
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