Three little birds
singing outside my window
making my day,
making me happy,
for knowing they are there
existing in limbo.
God Save The Queen.
God save the queen,
let her torture white ass
because the thrill is gone.
Flashing bright lights in Vegas
still flashing,
nothing is new.
Brokes souls
gumbling morality stars
and loathing ants die
laughing
and sleeping on orange clouds.
Magnificent girls,
too young,
too gone,
too touched,
deforming a Minuetto
and whispering
flesh plessure
and teaching that the courtesy music is finished.
God save the Queen
and protect her from me,
for I will hunt her down.
I was,am and will be ungrateful.
Under Amber Skies, written by author and poet Jill Eisnaugle, is a wonderful collection of rhyming poetry guaranteed to please every reader. In this, her second book, she writes of new friendships kindled, as well as old friendships solidified. She g
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