Open Poetry #9 |
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Speed The Plow |
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Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
At times we're so exhausted there is no strenght to feel , the thoughts we send aloft , bled of that which turns the wheels . Into this land of deadened sense our toil will often lead , as gilded lure of recompense does harness us as steeds . Born to the plow except for this last bastion of free will , our words are seeded fertilely in rows the pen has tilled . The limits of the flesh grown tired affects this harvest not , as empty page once more is filled by hand as is our lot . |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
You can say that again! This is great, Doc! ![]() Denise |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Doc, when you fill a page, it's quality....nicely said! |
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