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Paradise City
by Gilly WigleyI want to take a walk,
a stroll down Drury lane,
in the heart of paradise city.
Where crime life is nevermore.
nobody creeping door to door,
selling promiscous sex,
and chocolate bars,
raffle tickets
"win a car!"
Where blue skies are hazel,
and nothings comercial.
everything verbal
is verbally sound.
I've found
my place.
my place
in paradise city. 10/06/2011 Posted on 10/06/2011
Copyright © 2025 Gilly Wigley
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by JD Clay on 10/10/11 at 02:00 AM This is an intricate vision, Gilly. It contains just enough pieces to tell the story yet leaves the readers imagination to complete the poetic puzzle. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 10/12/11 at 01:04 PM congrats on POTD... |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 10/13/11 at 12:59 AM Congrats on your poem of the day, Gilly! |
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