Rumplestiltskin

May 24, 2012
By mwurzer4 DIAMOND, Rochester, New York
mwurzer4 DIAMOND, Rochester, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"Thou! thy truest type of grief is the gently falling leaf."
-Edgar Allan Poe


You gave me fair warning:
Three guesses ‘til he’s mine,
All the while my heart was warming;
He’s much too steep a fine.
I won’t give him up
But try as I might
I have won the hunt
But I’m losing the fight.
I’m sick of this riddle,
Of trying each way,
Of being a fiddle,
Just something to play.
I knew your name once,
And have spoken it twice.
You must think me a dunce,
Or some sort of lice.
Nevertheless
I’ll say it again.
(I did my very best,
But for naught against men)
I’ll speak quickly and quietly
Before the time flies,
Though never so silently,
I name you: Lies.



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on May. 25 2012 at 1:58 pm
LovelyDuckling GOLD, Hamilton, Montana
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Favorite Quote:
A vision without action is a hallucination.

nice rhythm:) mind checking out my poem 'those things that never were'?


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