Thursday, September 15, 2011

Abstract Poem

North Trail

Voice-less fox-es hissed through their north journey.
Melodic Junction reserves soothing construction.
Their right shoulders abide in clever sighs,
unleaded by copies but accessories.
Her first service bailed broad sales beneath Cornell.

(I found words on sighs, vehicles and my surroundings when I was going to Sam's job to pick up his check and that's how I created this poem. Oh I added 5 adjectives for each line.)

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