Glamour and fail, like a hammer and nail. The glamour strikes, the fail spikes. As the glamour drives, the fail puncture applies.
I love lifes glamour, until fail stikes its hammer. Once failure hits hard, it will tear a heart and soul apart. Pulling together the broken, really strikes a eye woken.
As the vision watches from inside, drown goes the slide. What was once oh so good, becomes only crock on wood. As it floats away, so goes our day.
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Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on June 16, 2004
Grady I really think we need to read your poems at least twice to glean all the wisdom hidden in the verses.
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