toad’s thoughts

Twisted times

powerful within those

destroying rhymes…

 

To all those opposed,

in their marching crimes…

 

Ending of a soft world,

a promise,

one eye blind..

 

As the clock is spinning

a burning fire..

My memory, to date

of one-hundred times

burned to the stake…

 

Laughter lov,

i’m not toadally clear?

Challenging rhyme

into making me,

quietly disappear…

 

Whisper of lov

i’m all in…..


toad’s thoughts

To whom,

you’ll find me!

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