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DosPeros Junior Member
since 2000-05-09
Posts 40 |
Closed, the doors, with hard bars and iron locks! Abrupt, refusing all who might entreat, Though their voice be just and singing so sweet! Droped, the iron grates and set with mortared stocks! I'll hear not, their vipers voice! How it mocks, As Mockingbird, the Nightingale's worble! Encased, these ports, with tons of black marble! Attend! I'll heed thee not, thy pounding knocks! Nay! Shall betrayers breath, debase this tomb. Yea! Shall there be peace and here let abide, With Honor and Truth, all the world prison, Till soul departs and body been eschewn! Then, verily then, may thou all elide, Til thine own festering souls find brisance! When man is born he crys. When he has cryed enough he dies.:- |
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Temptress
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL |
WOW!  You've outdone yourself once again. |
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