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Shortysdadd Junior Member
since 2011-06-26
Posts 39 |
Into the room he herded them. Indestructible tiny souls yet born. Never knowing selfishness. They stared at the wall mouth agape. Innocence... Their future lives projected one by one. The terrible things they would do to others under the ever unraveling flag of self and desire. Oh how They all tried to comfort the one watching. To calm terror's gnawing black flare. Until God lovingly picked up that poor soul and whispered to them "You will find your way back to me." And hurled them into this world. Red faced and screaming.... |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Interesting bit of poetry here, Shortysdadd. You caught me on the second line and kicked ass all the way through to the grand finale. ~ Employ teenagers while they know everything. ~ |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Fantastic! I am impressed. Who would ever want to come down here without the certainty of finding the way back Home? Indeed! Love, Margherita  |
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