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Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
it is I and I alone who spills the ink from fractured quill, incessant din from which I flee no time to think this is my world upon blank page be it sorrow or be it rage mary christmas day is done as distant as day's fiery sun what words are wrought from thoughts within muted acts in senseless rhyme senseless acts in muted time one cannot read what is not there upon the frog there is no hair |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Alrighty then, I think this sums up quite a bit!! I like it, I like it!! |
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