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A Poem
May 10, 2006 0:26:26 GMT -5
Post by musicman on May 10, 2006 0:26:26 GMT -5
Truth be told my children dear, a favorite story you will hear, of one who died for fortune fame, and was not hailed to his name.
The man I speak is nonetheless, than old Sir Limus given dress, of fancy clothes and righteous gold, too much in house keep, so I'm told.
For years he worked in sorrow and sweat, and was not happy, with much regret, of how he did his actions done, never seeing the act on one.
He was praised as such a gift, but came between the timely rift, of life's cruel heartache, knowing not, he appeared, and then forgot.
What's to be said about a person who, would clearly more than comfort you, in your sorrow and strife he came, never showing any the same.
He did not know what it was to feel, for he was lost, no truth reveals, his way of words or actions took, all he cared to do was look.
Giving what was taught to him, on how to live and act and simply striving to suffice the times when giving wasn't on our minds.
He took up his shield and said, such a cruel world who's acts are dead, my time is short, I cannot say, if love will break the light of day.
He lived a life of loss in time, he grew to learn that what was mine, was wrathed in concrete holes which grew, and trapped the sweet sweet bliss of newer you.
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A Poem
May 10, 2006 3:01:40 GMT -5
Post by liquidchild on May 10, 2006 3:01:40 GMT -5
Did you write that, there is alot of theoretical effort there.
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A Poem
May 10, 2006 3:31:49 GMT -5
Post by muirrin on May 10, 2006 3:31:49 GMT -5
Me like ^___^
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A Poem
May 10, 2006 5:51:53 GMT -5
Post by waterjag on May 10, 2006 5:51:53 GMT -5
I think it's a very neat poem
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