Tuesday, February 26, 2008
A Poem by JayKoby
Poems, Poems, oh great poems.
Why don't you show'em,
your fine graceful ways
though it seems like a maze
filled with a haze of smoke.
you can not see if I am broke.
You simply tell
you do not yell
your meaning is for some to tell
and others with another meanings
found within your haze.
Are the true people through your maze.
A Poem by JayKoby
Why don't you show'em,
your fine graceful ways
though it seems like a maze
filled with a haze of smoke.
you can not see if I am broke.
You simply tell
you do not yell
your meaning is for some to tell
and others with another meanings
found within your haze.
Are the true people through your maze.
A Poem by JayKoby
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