Capital q Poetry
Poetry from the fellow Trent Bellwood
11/1/12
Sandal and Train
It slipped on soapy little sandals
Made of most modern mint and make
Unweildy, too yeilding
a hopeless dash to appealing
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A roaming Train
In the looming rain
A cacophonous blitz
and resounding wane
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