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Ain't Life Perverse ? |
Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
They give me sand with which to quench my thirst, enough to fill an ocean, high and dry. Ain't life perverse? They raise my hopes, then dash them to the earth, though I am just an ordinary guy. They give me sand with which to quench my thirst. I rage against them now, for all I'm worth! The fist I raise in anger blacks one eye. Ain't life perverse? The one which holds the pen is even worse, such nonsense does it write that I could cry! They give me sand with which to quench my thirst! Unfair it is that I should be so cursed, to write these poems so lame, yet I must try. Ain't life perverse? These hands that I've been dealt I've had since birth. Could someone answer just one question, why, they give me sand with which to quench my thirst? Ain't life perverse? |
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Bridget Shenachie Senior Member
since 2002-01-23
Posts 1056Kansas USA |
Doc-- Unfair it is that I should be so cursed, to write these poems so lame, yet I must try. Ain't life perverse? You talking about me in these lines? I felt this way so often. Shenachie |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
DrMoose~ Life is indeed perverse~ Here's mud in your eye ! *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
They give you sand with which to quench your thirst Because you drank the oceans dry There simply is no more, you need not cry Life's certainly perverse!! |
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