Bleh with Barry

Random with a cynical twist of lime.

Whirlpool

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Whispering spirits

Call softly to me from their

Anchored stillness.

Singing songs of days

And nights gone by

When debauchery was the way.

 Fragments of forgotten

Memories in a myriad of

Thoughtfulness.

Swirling into the depths,

My mind wonders if

I remembered to turn the iron off.

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Written by barryr22

March 24, 2010 at 11:07 pm

Posted in Poetry

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