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It seems again the spirits dance I can’t escape their ghostly trance Should I join their bacchanale And see what has them in a thrall? They dance on the roof where most of us Don’t stray for fear there’d be a fuss I wonder why the spirits frolic When the baby downstairs might have colic […]
Maybe if I put in Lines in my Sentence I’ll be a real Poet A poem by Stingoray not notavogon. An introduction into real vogon poetry.
The shadows dance and dart Through the darkened shades One is striped the other is opaque Imagining the part Where shadows aren’t Shadows but your lives Past, future but no start All are intertwined No more need to fear the dark If they all have your heart You can rest with ease Surrounded by nothing […]
An oxymoron Is being so late, for it Being so early