Body Lies Poem by Timothy Long
Body Lies
Woe is me, woe is me, apperances of deception, tell lies of handsome and ugly truths, no peace of manners do they say save life in emo fashion, did i see a thigh, with my breath a goes high, indeed did the chicken die, while leader rule while dumb do no think of future only be decived, that is a future to be a wasted if not learned a lesson to always think twice, that is our destruction and destiny.
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