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swatcatpettus Member
since 2004-04-12
Posts 57CA |
A river so dry it cries its own flow The atmoic wasteland we all used to know You stop, the rubble and mess crunch under your feet You look back, then realize, that this was your street You drop to your knees, and weep for the lost Your soul dies in sorrow, from this nuclear holocaust |
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blackandwhitehorizon Member
since 2003-05-05
Posts 183an akward state of mind |
Once again, a poem I feel very strongly about... It sucks they closed the thread on your Democracy poem... I had some more to say but I didn't get to it in time... some people are just too wrapped up in their own engraved beliefs to tolerate others'... Anyways... I really like this one too  "love is but a song we sing and fear's the way we die" |
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swatcatpettus Member
since 2004-04-12
Posts 57CA |
Thank you, I'm happy to have your support. |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
"A river so dry it cries its own flow" Very cool line. "cast me gently into the morning, for the night has been unkind" |
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