N|D|N|C|Lost-Poet
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since 07-30-2009
Posts 208
New Orleans
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0 posted 10-14-2009 02:39 AM
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He was but a simpleton
So lovely in that
He would never question them
Never said a word
Then the whispers came
Such a shame when they came
For the simpleton became a brute
Took the village by the sword
Though he never did say a word
He was a lost soul
Never one to hesitate to complain
About misfortunes in his name
She held his hand through the harsh land
With her guidance he became a man
Took the lead of a thousand to come
They called him a god, well- At least some.
"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." Oscar Wilde
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