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An old soul
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An old soul |
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Brad Majors 
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia 
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I was old before I was born never felt infancy before it was wrenched from essence thrown headlong into anomalous adulthood left a bystander to innocence through my children's eyes I see a compassionate world for my eyes have grown weary from anguish and regret elderly soul within a younger form anticipative observation feeding fanciful pigeons in the park in my frail mind reflecting on how I was old before I was born. |
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PsychoticBunni Member
since 2003-10-03
Posts 162Mythical Atlantis |
same here bro. same here. all this responsibility makes me wish sometimes... it was 1980 somethin... sorry got a little off track there. hehe. but seriously, great poem. Meg Meg- And the Texan pushed the Mexican out of the plane and screamed, "Long live the ALAMO!!!!!!!!!" |
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Brad Majors
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
thank you |
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KristieSue
since 2003-01-31
Posts 1460PA, US |
unfortunately I think way too many of us had to "grow up too soon". You put it very well. Like this bunches... Do songs on the radio sing to all the fools in love? |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Yes Brad...perhaps you are an old soul. Some of us are born that way.. others thrown headfirst into responsibility. Excellent write. Hugs~ ~Time has cast a spell on you, |
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