Open Poetry #47 |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
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. An old horse In rusted armor It doesn’t matter I am Well aware What my Chances are A man May choose To nudge The die Enhance An outcome’s Certainty The path That will Take him Home The horizon line Is red with fire With crimson blood I see the dragon’s eyes Let us go again And have it know Despite the years Our hearts are still Warriors For the working day . |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
"It doesn’t matter I am Well aware What my Chances are" this hurts my eyes but yeah, I guess we all know about chances |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
. “Let me speak proudly: tell the constable We are but warriors for the working-day; Our gayness and our gilt are all besmirch'd With rainy marching in the painful field; There's not a piece of feather in our host-- Good argument, I hope, we will not fly-- And time hath worn us into slovenry: But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim” Thanks for reading John . |
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Juju Member Elite
since 2003-12-29
Posts 3429In your dreams |
I like this one alot. |
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