Armand Poetry

Welcome to Armand Poetry. The poems (and other words) here are composed for my own thought and amusement. Comment and discussion are welcome. -Amore, Armand-

Wednesday, January 12, 2005


Well done.
As a doornail!
That race is run.
Stick a fork in it.
An old dog new tricks.
Than never to have loved at all.
Down from the door where it began.
Awake at sunrise ridding the world of injustice.
To take upon ourselves the mystery of things as if we were God's spies.


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