Bullet41
ubw rookie
Joined: May 22, 2005
Location: Bracknell
Posts: 120
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| Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 7:20 am |
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I craft a frequent path with a whistle in my heart.
My goal is a denial alleged to thrive.
But I gaze away from the enemies
And stand tall at heavens door,
knocking firm; knocking soft.
Mother’s child mocking son with a laugh of disaster.
She looks in the eyes of the poor soul and stumbles away from the tears.
His dreams dripping into a nightmare
Drowning! |
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