NeverMore
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Post by NeverMore on Apr 27, 2004 3:51:34 GMT -5
I remember
when words were easy
when time flowed by
with not a care
in days of old
when the moon stood still
where I could stand
alone on a hill
I remember
the sun rising high
the heat so hot
the ground so dry
When a drop of rain
filled a cloudy day
with smells of hope
with thoughts of wind
As I sit and recall
those days gone by
when I was the king
of all I had touched
My thoughts look over
the life that once was
I realize just how poor
I was before you
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Post by T.J. Barber on Apr 27, 2004 16:34:16 GMT -5
You have a way of slitely confusing me with your poetry. This piece was well written with some attitude that I have never witnessed. Very good job Joe, TJ
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Post by Mikepoet on Apr 29, 2004 11:20:17 GMT -5
Sometimes love opens our eyes.
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NeverMore
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Post by NeverMore on May 5, 2004 1:15:15 GMT -5
Thank you *S* Now if only the young lady so far away would grab on to this one *S*
writings can be confusing if you can not feel the same feeling at the moment of read as was inserted in the moment of writing, but instead, feel it is what you feel inside, somewhere in there it will come to make perfect sense to you yourself, claiming the feeling as your own *S*
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