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Of Boilers
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Of Boilers |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla 
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Of Boilers The boilers stoked and full of coal I’m on my way to find my soul Most the tempest gone and past And age has reached calm sea at last. But what is this, this subtle pain That tolls my body’s every strain It dulls my eyes and hearing too Time has caught me in a coup It sapped my juice and vital signs Took the spring from out my spine Shriveled me to lesser size Wiser but with lesser guise I teeter at the slightest breeze Nor can I steer the ship with ease I curse the passing of my prime I curse the change of mortal time But cursing is a waste of breath For in the end there’s naught but death. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
And Death be not the proud black taker for one who seeks and seizes Maker When we shall all be in one hand who once blew breath into all Man So until that day comes to claim any of us we know by name Come and sit here beside me, Sy, sip some tea and we'll write the sky... ~*~ Those early morning aches will soon be soothed by some warm Sun, Sy...now smile, and bid me a good morning Hi...  |
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scorpio Member Ascendant
since 2002-10-02
Posts 5178right...there |
A profound write this morning Sy. believe in what your heart feels... |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Excellent morning write Sy! Hey! We have two Sy morning posts today!!! Yippee! What a wonderful way to start the day. Now if the sun would come out and it would turn warm.... ~Morning hugs & tea, Nancy~ ~The breeze that kissed you on the face, |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
It sapped my juice and vital signs ========================= ohoh ... I better get some Raspberry tea to Randy ASAP!!!!!  Wiser but with lesser guise -------------------- WANNA BET!!!!????!!! Sybabers...youre gonna make the moth have to fuss at you bout these "old poems" I KEEP telling you.... fine wine...better with time.  (we'll make it raspberry wine) *L* *ww*   |
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