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THE UNTITLED THING I NAMED by -B.
October 20, 2010 Poetry Tags: poem
Hey there Mister, are you alright?
I heard you screamin’ in your sleep last night.
‘Round three past thirty after three.
What was it you said in last night’s keep?
“I’m going to the slaughter along with the sheep,
a wolf wrapped in wool has just as much meat.”
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Interesting poem, i thought it confusing, but maybe i dont see your point of view.
Comment by ChaosPeng on December 9, 2010 @ 8:18 am