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Compartment 114
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Peak-a-Boo

Peak-a-Boo

A Poem by Freder Fredersen (aka Grady)
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Agony peaks

Destiny cries

Everyone seeks

Yesterday’s lies

 

 

Destiny cries

Aftermath builds

Yesterday’s lies

Tomorrow’s bills

 

 

Aftermath builds

Mountains of death

Tomorrow’s bills

Nothing is left

 

 

Mountains of death

Doorway to Hell

Nothing is left

Life down the well

 

 

Doorway to hell

Everyone seeks

Life down the well

Agony peaks

© 2009 Freder Fredersen (aka Grady)


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Ah! Life captured in a few short lines. This is our predicament. Mortality measured in the banality of credit rations and deceptions. These are the promises with which we birth new children. This is all we provide.

Is it all we can provide? Are we capable of more?

Maybe there's a glimmer of hope in here, too.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Great one for the collapsing economy. Enjoyable read.

Posted 15 Years Ago


Ah! Life captured in a few short lines. This is our predicament. Mortality measured in the banality of credit rations and deceptions. These are the promises with which we birth new children. This is all we provide.

Is it all we can provide? Are we capable of more?

Maybe there's a glimmer of hope in here, too.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on February 8, 2009

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Freder Fredersen (aka Grady)
Freder Fredersen (aka Grady)

Cleveland, TX



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