It seems a Time of Peace serene.
My thoughts are calming now!
The hatred of this wicked pact,
(discovery of all who signed)
"of what", I cannot do all that.
A very timid and small child was,
a fleeting memory mine.
The waste of such a gentle life,
was very simply mine.
My mind is wise beyond this time,
a pill of Genius doubt.
I can not be aloud to be,
I must be put straight out!
It's sad for all the ignorance blast,
what waste of valued space.
Quickly pointing at the grace,
when wisdom did not embrace.
The ticking, tacking, blocking way,
of ginger cookies crisp.
A wonderment of all I say,
I simply can't exist.
K.A.P.
6/16/2009
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