The decaying of a poetry site...This was written several years ago and has nothing to do with this site here,represented here or otherwise. THe site has dissolved. I only wanted to share my poem. Thanks HCD
Marshmallow Walls
Morning is over It’s high noon now There’s chattering within the walls A gathering will be soon
The gooey slim of the marshmallow Oozes through our fingers Hurry! Scoop it up All must be saved for the new beginners
There is not only just us To lay in the ruins of rust Get the chrome polish out We’ll sing and dance about
Slip those thoughts that seep through the cracks And hope to hell the rusty ones will be back Yes…we miss the little twigs and rugged trees Who were the fathers, the busy little bees?
I use to belong to one of the lost forever poetry sites, but I had met a lot of wonderful poets there and now they are here.
aint little marshmallows great in hot chocolate?
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If you took every major epic fantasy that has ever been written and twisted them all into one fantastic tale of magic, sword play, and just plain old fantasy fun, you might get the first half of this 235,000 word monster of a read. The last half is a
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Elizabeth
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M.Rose
aint little marshmallows great in hot chocolate?