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The Brown Docks
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The Brown Docks |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
The paint that Rested on the docks, Surrounded the Children’s pent up Stains that lingered From their ill Fitted socks, To their salt Ridden cheeks. Like a latch that Won’t sit in, It is the unmistakable Ayer of scissors That cut too closely To the fortitude of Being green or Saddled with coins That trade food For a chance to Sleep without Ones stomach Being awake As the night Rinses its hands Of the days sunlight. Where the water Traces their faces, These docks Remember that God placed these Children on land To resolve their Pension of pain, So they can one day Laugh and dash Above the waters Distant path. |
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SEA 
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
wow..... excellent! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
this is so much different than poetry usually here I like it |
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