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Jeremiah Johnson Senior Member
since 2000-06-08
Posts 1223Brooksville, Fl, U.S |
The once happy times have vanished Now only depression remains in it’s stead. The smiles have faded Now only anger flares, the color red. The hugs are no longer there to comfort Now only cold shoulders remain The kind words are now absent Now all that remains is pain. I'm a dying romantic and when i can no longer write i can no longer live -Jeremiah Johnson- |
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gelato Member
since 2005-10-27
Posts 63TN,USA |
I like it as it is, and it would be nice if you could further the thought on extra stanzas, perhaps say more on the same subject. "Buckle Up! It makes it harder for the aliens to suck you out of your car" |
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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
I enjoyed the rhythmic tone in your poem. I speak insanity. I write fantasy. I sleep reality. |
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click1 Member
since 2003-03-25
Posts 152usa |
ouch..man...short,and pointed... Click |
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