Poetry CreatOR II

Created by Jeff Lewis & Erik Sincoff

with help from Darin & Thad Nicholson

Tale of Agatha Christie
Anonymous
In days past, turquoise castles idly watched the quagmire stalk its prey
Walkman so sound of mind not free to disregard
Crushed by the evil thumb he laughs at the patient antelope.
As I trumpet in a tree, I console thee
She was really really dull
Calmness washed over she like a trivial milkweed,
Just as the brittle leaf jabs the abrupt tree,
While the bright sand of the beach waited into Goodyear Blimp.
Agatha Christie gave her all, but lost bitter sweet to time.


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