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Digging
Ditches
In my
Mind
Trying
          To
              Bury
                   The
                          P
                             A
                                 S
                                    T
                                   .......
Skip Ramsey Oct 2014
Off the cuff,
Not my best stuff,
Kinda rough,
Never good enough.

Willing to share,
But ya gotta bear,
With me there,
'Cause its got minimum flair.

Still gonna try,
My skill may run shy,
But I give a fly,
Hoped you like it, Bye!
Got called on in a guild chat to make a poem on the spot. This is it.
Skip Ramsey Oct 2014
I see her eyes and know her name.
She sheds a tear I do the same.
Her voice cracks and she looks down.
And now I know your lies to her.
Many wounds you gave, few were returned.
The bridge of love you cruelly burned.
On opposing shores you both do stand.
But still she raises a loving hand.
But one last trick will fate yet play.
As you will learn to rue this day.
That as you laughed ere it burned and fell.
You stranded yourself in your private hell.
From the heart for a new friend.
Skip Ramsey Oct 2014
Most things,
That I create,
Are, of course,
Purely meh.
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