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Julia Flores In Faith
Robert Hawkins
I feel compelled to do this poem,, piece again.
Julia deserves justice not that can do justice. But for the fact that she is consistant. That alone tells me at some point history? Julia Flores did exist.
Ergo I exist.
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poem.
Julia Flores
Grandma robot first time I died.
All whom mattered walked away.
Like in a file limping to the next tomorrow.
I smile in the gale, life blowing in my face.
Life, but another bitter cup yellow-brown tea.
Fertile dreams rain, rain my sleep.
Toss naught petals, but a fern is me.
I lie dry as time slips by.
Slipping, slipping away.
Wait I but for the worms.
Feast they will.
But yet another form of me.
Julia Flores.
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bobby
note; As pertains. To Julia F. I really meant the first to be nice also.
JF? hon,, what we call the Texas two-step. Say alot but didn't really say anything. (lol) bobby
Robert Hawkins has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Robert's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Robert's latest works: