sing
a
song
of
six
pence
&
boys
that
always
lie
always
nimble
always
quick
to
make
the
young
girls
cry
with
promises
of
sugar
plumbs
dancing
in the
sky
of
four
&
twenty
blackbirds
baked
in
christmas
pies
it’s raining
it’s pouring
& my
heart
is
soaring
to be
that
dainty
dulcet
dish
set
before
the king
with
cockle
shells
&
silver
bells
but
still
no
wedding
ring
where
eencey
weencey
spiders
climb
to
higher
ground
birds
of a
feather
flock
together
&
heart
ache
has
no
sound
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2 comments:
sucks that the emotions that are the roots of creativity, for some, like myself, i won't assume it's like that for you, but i think it is a little,
sucks that the emotions that are the roots of creativity hurt, cause sadness...and all the other feelings that in a strange way make you make something, like your writing, which is so good, and your passion for acting, i wish i could act, i know i can, but i just don't have the time. maybe later.
this is a good one again.
We can be iniquitous at times. I know I have promised many a woman the world n gave them nothing but pain and heart ache but not all men are scum bags and some aren't scumbags anymore. ;.) keep on truckn my friend. Great poem.
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