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the migration of the birds III
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the migration of the birds III |
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rene Member
since 2000-04-24
Posts 113 |
Dipped you into my eyes and pulled you Into my hallucanegenic heart Will you remember my part? The coming night turned Summer cold We were born to die and so grew old How will we speak when we forget how to talk We were free before we could walk |
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rene Member
since 2000-04-24
Posts 113 |
ahh, my poor little friend, will anyone ever notice you? |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Hi Rene, I am noticing and enjoying your series of poems the migration of the birds. Just wondering how many is there in the series. The only way to get noticed is to let people know you are here. People don't have time to read every poem so I suggest to comment as often as you can on poems you like. Fantastic poem, hang on in there you have a great talent and will get noticed. Keep writing and keep commenting. |
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