The Dumb Show

The Dumb Show

By:Alexis Arellano

Death is the thing I think of most,

For some reason I hold it so close,

It is like holding a rose,

Once you start to repose,

Then it snows,

The wind blows,

And the gasoline shows.

As the flames start to grow,

There goes the mistletoe,

It starts to glow,

I guess love is just a dumb show.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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