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Poem 406

Very Bad Archive

My Ears The Rest Is History

Robert Hawkins

I fight back.
It will stop.
I'll hold my breathe.
And blow the whole house.
I don't.
I am.
I know.
In dreamland.
But I had the night off.
Rain was pouring down.
I saw.
In front of the cat house.
I'd like.
To go in and have a little faith.
In this place.
Gosh.
If I could.
But I'm not Miss Wrong.
Billy Smart.
rlh

note: honey de, thats called the scatter gun effect. gotta nice bunching with that shot.

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:

A Day, of Bobby as interpeted, Emily Reeve

Submitted Aug 2nd, 22:52

Trilogy by Emily Reeve #3

Submitted Jul 27th, 21:49

Trilogy by Emily Reeve #2

Submitted Jul 27th, 21:35