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| Open Poetry #39 |
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Remembering |
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Angel4aKing Senior Member
since 2006-09-27
Posts 1372USA 
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Diamonds in the rough I heard them say one day A sacred heart turning stone to gold An anger seeping in pure hearts turned black bleeding for their fathers sake Diamonds in the rough or rubys in the deep dark blue remembering all the things i never knew |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
and all that glitters is not gold enjoyed this, in its poignancy |
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JesusChristPose Senior Member
since 2005-06-21
Posts 777Pittsburgh, Pa |
"An anger seeping in pure hearts turned black bleeding for their fathers sake" ~ My favorite part of your poem. Enjoyed, and welcome to Pip! |
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Angel4aKing Senior Member
since 2006-09-27
Posts 1372USA |
Thanx, my words betray me and my heart is on my sleeve. Kisses, KA |
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