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THe Grout of Doubt
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THe Grout of Doubt |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla 
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Rewrite: The Grout of Doubt Asbestos dust flies my mind But not enough to make me blind Just enough to make it stick And just enough to make me sick Sinking deep into my dreams Canceling my future schemes Skimming off the sense of more Closing down my futures door A chaos sickness in delay An illness made of repartee A dark that overcomes the sun With ne’er a path that one can run I walk the crooked path of why That overcomes me with a sigh For this infection carries strife That cuts the years and shortens life It is an element of sprout The viral virus of a doubt |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Not as upbeat as usual, Sy. Hope all is well with you  Fool, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write. |
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Klassy Lassy Member Elite
since 2005-06-28
Posts 2187Oregon |
How sad the spiral of a viral making claims upon our names lists and loops and makes us droop it isn't kind, would fool the mind with its lies and growing size creates confusion with illusion It makes me pout; I want to shout Take that doubt and put it OUT! Love and Light, Sy!  [This message has been edited by Klassy Lassy (08-24-2006 01:21 AM).] |
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