I'd Rather Hold A Cane Poem by James Onuska

I'd Rather Hold A Cane



I have enough for a book, get tested.
It is the end of a mission; I should of mentioned.
Be excited, I have the right touch to be blessed.
Don't mess it up, scoop it up.
Group it together; to be of the election.
It missed my detection, dots before us.
To be tossed doesn't feel great.
Weighing against, it must be blended first.
Up ended, get a fresh start.
Can we see the roses up close.
It's mostly overcast, have a flash dance, never was purchased.
Don't be resisting, it was mostly misting, off to one side.
The way I cried, to be spry, no way around.
Building an artichoke from one palm, it has a calming effect.
Cause and effect; that's a way to size things up.
It will not rupture, I had it researched beforehand.
I have to hand it to you, it didn't amount to anything.
What's the downside.
Shifting often, what's implied.
Rush to explore, open doors.
What's cozy to some, now taking names.
Have it resolved.
Can I still revolve around. Not a chance. I stand riveted. There's no amending.
It was lent to someone. Infix the postage stamp. It went right up the ramp.
Clamp down. Tear it down. The features were endless. Less is more of a mistake.
There's more to take. That was a cakewalk. It blends in well together. Do it to the letter. Hope it gets better for all. We'll be narrowing the search. Much less gets buried. It hasn't been stressed enough, leap forward. Do what you are bloody worth. Stroke the dirt. Pelts come out. Who are the strong willed. It showed itself during. There's more learning to be done. What's run down. I faced a mountain. To each we want to take sides. No more yawning, there's work to be done. Freed on all accounts. I didn't check for blemishes. There appears to be disguises. Seeing the eye of a storm. I'm warming up to it, what fits the criteria. These are the pits.
Go around, eye deformed what was forming. It goes rather well together front and back. I brought the other one over. Over a dam must be lit. what's the gist.
Was it listed or not. Don't go to rot. What's highly prized. I'd rather hold a cane. Were you mixed up in it. Get fixed. I look at its virtue. What's reused. Must be decided before hand. No upside. Take a stand. You'll want for nothing. Step up.

Wednesday, August 10, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: abstract,life
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