Shania K. Younce Poems

Meyer had much.
He did not share.
He came upon an orphan boy.
He told the orphan boy to scram.
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Abbatu is the word whispered.
Is the spirit that cries.
Is the feeling numbness and dry heartlessness.
Is the death that speaks so cold.
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The night is dark.
Here comes a knock.
Here is the shock.
A noisy sound.
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For I am Glam.
I am the best.
I will do all.
For I Lamb.
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Little Pup Brown used the word abhorrer.
'Abhorrer, 'shouted Little Pup Brown.
Old Grandpa Cradle said, 'Little Pup Brown be still.'
'No way, 'exclaimed Little Pup Brown.
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Below the ground darkness dwells.
Fire and brimstone crack your bones.
Fire rages unlike any other.
Water boils.
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Once upon a time there lay a man and lady of porcelain.
Her slender hands that spread ice.
Her cold lips do curl with a curve.
His eyes do see beliefs nay there.
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Squids eyes are wide that fill the mind,
that only knows the path of dark.
With fins that glide and guide through
the waters with gentle twirls.
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A tasteless day come to play.

In seen age.
In a barred cage.
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The world has many sorrows.
In, which we do pay.
We live day to day.
Always thinking of diffenrent ways.
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