| Open Poetry #20 |
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Immune to Reality |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
I walk straight Down the darkened street so late, With my cane, Inner pain, And an emotional haze With blank gaze. I walk on Eastward to meet the next dawn, Neighborhoods Not so good, Local tuffs giving the eye, I walk by. Nothing to me they can do, As I walk the Avenue. Gloom |
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Interloper![]()
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
They can do no harm ... |
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Startime Member Ascendant
since 2000-10-03
Posts 5918Canada |
You walk on...very interesting...very thought provoking...thank you... |
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Neala Member
since 1999-08-21
Posts 262Florida, USA |
I liked it very much....keep walking...hehe -Neala |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Sounds like there's some protection in that little world of which you write. Good one Prof! |
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