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Hat Trick


Hat Trick Into a firey storm, The Grim Reaper Reaps. That inner cauldron spewing That eerie silence brewing Through the cranium cavity creeps. Smoke signals bellowing beware... A wizards potions Hyde's the Nightmare. Jekyll stirring up a treat..... Not sure about using those hairy big feet??? Alas the storm has brewed.. A sure cocktail for a head unscrewed. Six years in the drink... Up and down with only a shrink. Shrink The Reaper Reaps His cocktail of medicines Gives me the creeps... Well not exactly on par with Mr Edison's. Still this Jekyll or is it Hyde? Concoction I think overdone with Bromide? Still he's calmed this inner ghost.. but who... Mr Jekyll or Mr Hyde do I like the most? Ha ha ha haaaaaa!!! Darren Alexander Gray
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Darren Gray

I write poetry on Mental Health.... I have Bi-Polar Disorder.

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