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Live and Leave
The cockroach goes out at night
It crawls on the ground, flies everywhere
They can't smell but I think they hear
Footsteps roaming down the hall.
Alas! The master woke up.
He sees one and...a slap!
The next day something fills the air
Oh how sorrowful it is to die.
good and impressive one... yeah its a very clear and good poem with rich thought and sure ... the way you did it is great and heart knocking of course... so I can loudly say that you are a sweet poet with honey poetic feelings and thoughts... hope my poetry has also that much strenth to make way to your heart and brain to capture as this poem of yours has done to mine.... wish you good luck peotry friend... with a hope you will go through my work too..to know if its heart touchig or not?