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Good luck to the people on this Board
who remain here and allow their spirit to be floored
and understand the beauty of the vibe
where suzanne does not drown but swim in their soul
and there were no sailors, we just grabbed the pole
and like lepers we gather like the new foals and shriek
and like the dying father in the Braveheart
we shroud our beauty under a hat and cravette
just waiting for the inevitable fact
that freedom only comes to those that accept that
we may be ugly, we may be free
and the cracks in the skin mirror the light cracks that be
together we may purify our soul
and all try to reach the common goal, not the blade
for the santa was wicked and terribly mislaid
and the veins not for cutting it's only frayed
and the green stockings to wear for everyone
it merges into the rainbow of the sun
Georges

Hi George,

I enjoyed the last line very much. A rainbow is a lovely image!

Ciao George,

Wonderful title to your poem - Love to the Bored - very apt in the poetry section.

Vesuvius

Miaow, cats will play with words.............
Georges

~ True, Georges. In fact, from my experience, cats will play with most anything! Mmmmeeeerrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaooooooooooowwww.