Cold

Cold

A Poem by Mad Poet
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Cold From Berlin. I remember the day the world could by a fragment from the Berlin Wall. Each piece of the Berlin Wall was stored in a book with a tiny glass window. A Chance To Own A 3D stone.

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Cold From Berlin

Come poets, come critics
Come writers and cynics
Come scribes
Come typist
Come Camic-book sca-re-bul-ist
Come online
Come write
uor part
2 leave
a mark
leave
a
hand-print
A fragmented
print 
on a wall
from
Berlin.

© 2014 Mad Poet


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Added on September 14, 2014
Last Updated on November 2, 2014