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Swåmp¤Faerÿie
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since 2000-03-29

Posts 358
Illinois

0 posted 2000-06-19 11:12 PM

Sweeping up a dusty mess that isn't mine.
Getting tangled & tripped in an english vine.
English ivy twists & climbs up into the clouds.
Forgotten people on the ground forgotten crowds.

Walking in the grass uder a tall mulberry tree.
Footprints dressed in red,wishing to be free.
Wishing to be free,they cry from the earth.
The wind sweeps them away with evil laughing mirth.

Watching the broken peices of yesterday's life being swept away.
Will tomorrow remember what happened today??¿
What was today??¿ Another sad hill to climb,
like an english vine...............

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And there she weaves by night and day,
a magic web of colours gay.~Tennyson

[This message has been edited by Swåmp¤Faerÿie (edited 06-20-2000).]

Jon Mewett
Senior Member

since 2000-03-04

Posts 1304

1 posted 2000-06-20 03:20 AM

Swapmpie this is lovely like a Vine it clings to your attention just lovely.

Jon

Lost Dreamer
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since 1999-06-20

Posts 2464
Somewhere near the Rainbow

2 posted 2000-06-20 08:02 AM

Excellent, I like this one a lot

Swåmp¤Faerÿie
Member

since 2000-03-29

Posts 358
Illinois

3 posted 2000-06-22 03:36 PM

Thank you Jon and Lost Dreamer =] Sorry i didn't get back to this sooner to give you my thanks =P

swamp

And there she weaves by night and day,
a magic web of colours gay.~Tennyson

kelieth
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since 2000-06-12

Posts 314
Normal IL - USA

4 posted 2000-06-23 12:43 PM

I like this piece very much.

Kevin

"Anything is possible with patience, time is the tool use it to reach your goals."

brian madden
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since 2000-05-06

Posts 4374
ireland

5 posted 2000-06-23 02:15 PM

a wonderful poem, beautifully sad.

Walking in the grass uder a tall mulberry tree.
Footprints dressed in red,wishing to be free.
Wishing to be free,they cry from the earth.
The wind sweeps them away with evil laughing mirth.

A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

JOY 14
Senior Member

since 1999-09-22

Posts 1419
Wisconsin USA

6 posted 2000-06-23 05:47 PM

I really enjoyed this, Swamp! Very flowing words.

Joy

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