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The sun’s crawling rays
are stiff with arthritis
not bending at sunset
where they clutched at noon.
The shadows spread
across glorified rubble
soaking up darkness
like a Technicolor tablecloth
when God knocks over His water glass.
- by Doctor Kaboom |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/03/2009 |
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- Title: Shadows
- Artist: Doctor Kaboom
- Description: Technicolor is a company that produced some of the first colored movies. This poem fits the time period, as it describes sunset over a generic post-war German city.
- Date: 01/03/2009
- Tags: shadows
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