God suppose to
have created from sod
then abandoned in
this unholy pod
We suppose to be humanoid
which leaves me a little paranoid
Don't know what to expect
the description fits correct
The actions are subliminal
many act like the animal
many down right criminal
I keep my Colt forty five loaded
at anytime it could be exploded
right through the barrel
wild animal farewell
Wearing that human desguised
anything you do I'm not surprised
In this unholy pod
wild vicious animals
have to be returned to sod
Even the human type
the heck with that love hype
Forcefull!! I get so caught up in your poems that I forget to mention your many clever and most interesting illustrations that you post with your writes. R
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.