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Old Friend
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Old Friend |
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Mr»ÄlleÿÇät Member
since 2001-06-02
Posts 190 |
Out of the womb alone in the cold Cry our first breath begin to grow old Dancing our destiny what choices are made Determines if dreams eventually fade When it's our time we meet an old friend Who walked by our side from beginning to end Lent us some strength when tired and worn The day we met death was the day we were born Author Mr_Alleycat copyright © Ed Schmidt 2003 |
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MARK V SHELDON Member Elite
since 2001-06-21
Posts 3015In a corporeal internship... |
Nice flow, thought, rhyme, and "execution". Enjoyed. -MVS You CAN make a difference: |
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WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon |
Ed, I enjoyed the flow of this. Very well done.  |
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Brad Majors 
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
Very nicely done! |
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Ringo
since 2003-02-20
Posts 3684Saluting with misty eyes |
The day we met death was the day we were born ******************************************** Does anything else need to be said?? Great job. Imagine all the People living life in peace... |
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