Saturday, November 9, 2013

In Our Eden

walked stalked the slightly brightly
shimmer and shame, sinner and dame
do don't make the rounds
your broiled coils spoiled and foiled
out in fake the sounds
bitten, smitten, eaten then beaten

stocked, shocked the whitely knightly
hammer and bane, manner and same
don't do stake the bounds
my soiled toils oiled and boiled
in out wake the hounds
written, kitten, paired then snared

hawked, mocked the lightly rightly
slam her and deign, laughing and pain
do don't ache the sounds
who be the cat of many hats
and who then the snake e'er awake
in our Eden.

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