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remember where you came from
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remember where you came from |
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JamesBowie Member
since 2000-11-25
Posts 252big old Bangor Maine up by the shack |
On rainy days after a miserably hot tirade of summer swelter I often find a relief within the sulkiness that parades around as students hunker under, unable to show their full beauty because the rain is just to damn cold Where have the lines been written, in bleak coats of charcoal that tell us to change from the puddle jumpers of our youth into the cold calculating adults who shy from playing on those overcast days that are less then perfect The change is unseen within, never noticed even by the clever, the shrewd who feel in touch with themselves, the drifting grown-up's who feel that children are silly and have forgotten the temper tantrums they threw in their youth But the rain is only a passing cloak, that when removed reveals the bright sunlight in passing, leaving only a memory that it felt cold, that you won't remember this, that all that matters is the clear blue skies of your future A real man |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
might I be ther first to reply to this fascinating piece? Well, this is one of those "mood poems" that puts a girl into a thinking mode. Thank you, just what I needed tonight. |
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Marshalzu  
since 2001-02-15
Posts 2681Lurking |
I really enjoyed the read thanks for sharing  |
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