The Poetry Marathon

Tires falls and falls on down through this beam opening doors closed togetherness, and moves rotational horizontally  bits.

Tirers melts to the metals when magnets grasps its gravity pushing on one another tightly.

Tirers makes an explosion doing its final reset bolts tightening shifts about shaking early on tabletops.

Making each tirers to not fit steady on or off when used unproperly when rotating them completely on.

When tirers are fitted on they somtimes  rub up against something to bolds its rubble.

These tirers are made to roll normal exiles straighter to fit right on without any ruptures or rubber torn.

Lessons to be learned freely.

Live to see it or be gladly to receive your gratitude laughter’s.

Last call for tirers sales to buy.

One day at a time.

Cloud(y) with rain, and

Coming on down.

A skyscraper lands on top of another building.

Where 9-11 emerged.

And killed so many people wow!

The New Times Square vanished.

They beat(s)the traffic.

Workers from Lucy Lucky Bakery.

Purchases sourdough of one dozen of dougnuts.

Right along with the storefront development.

Happy Xmas.

A day of love,

The day Jesus was born.

A favorite holiday.

In the month,

Of December.

To bring in.

Jingle bell,

And Holidays are here again.

Receiving, and giving.

Lovely presents,

To call on his name sakes.

Happy Christmas.

To.

All,

Of you.

This too shall pass.

Fly away,

When this life is over.

We will all get to heaven.

What a better day we will have.

Just.

To see,

The Lord.

Mini pound cakes.

That,

We.

All.

Purchases,

It.

Everyday.

For,

6.00.

Down,

In.

A.

Little,

Town.

Right.

Out,

Of Doral.

Jones BBQ.

Shack house.

On Fifth Avenue.

Where they all.

Buy,

Them.

By,

Plates.

Molds on the walls.

Bleaching the cleaning filters.

To wipe.

Them,

All away.

Catch me if you can.

Running away from.

It all,

Just barely.

Made it.

Into,

My bedroom.

Shame, shame, shame.

When all sad songs are gone.

Our hearts are strengthen.

When.

We,

Follow the words of God’s.

With.

Never lasting,

Ending.

Just the other day.

The sky was gray.

And rain coming down.

Below,

To wet up the ground.

Thunder, and the lights are out.

Many today.

Has no where,

To go.