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Killing Time
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Killing Time |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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Whisper soft, the falling rain, Conveys a dreary sound. And takes my thoughts to long ago When you were still around. The sighing of the autumn wind- Is quite in tune with mine. A lonely man, a lonely house... I sit here, killing time. Ah, what a waste, to kill the thing- Which we all seem to lack. That, once it’s gone, so precious seems But nought can bring it back. But I suppose the irony- Is there for all to see... It’s only fair that I kill time, For time is killing me. |
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viking_metal Senior Member
since 2007-02-02
Posts 1337In a Jeep, Minnesota. |
Insanely insightful. I waste too much of my time. We all do. Fall in love early, fall in love often. |
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2dalimit Member Elite
since 2000-02-08
Posts 2228Mississippi coast |
Wow. How low can you go. Melton |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
As I read read this I think, "Time to get up and shake it off." Good writing for me to put myself in the poem like that. To the guy in the poem - shake it off and get cracking. As always, you got me with your poetry. Alison |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
Ah, what a waste, to kill the thing- John.... wow |
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