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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
There are stains Grown slowly on these fingers Filled with pain Of the years, The discoloring lingers, Yet the tears Cleansing not Wept over from sobbing face The thoughts brought, Just moaning From the wrong time and wrong place Entombing So the memories remain. Gloom |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
yeah...I relate |
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Sadelite Member Elite
since 2003-10-11
Posts 2519 |
Enjoyed this, though sad. It kind of reminds my of my Goose poem and the Fisher Prince. (Mine, not as eloquently stated, but of similar content.) Have a good weekend, Sadelite [This message has been edited by Sadelite (06-18-2004 05:22 PM).] |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
today i decided to stop by; i've always seen you but skipped over... first time poster here, pleased i stopped by |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
What of the heart weeps over to the flesh, is a pure cleansing indeed. TD |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
Yep....  "cast me gently into the morning, for the night has been unkind" |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
yeppers Gloom, so very true. |
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