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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Stall [Am amaze am amaze the Riva has came]
[time] => 2005-09-21 18:46:21
[hometext] => read my poem this poem is tempted with a liul ghettoness cuz i am ghetto but in a classy way lol
[bodytext] => The Stall [Am amaze am amaze the Riva has came] The days I count them like a river in the stall I watch them like an amazing hall When time raise it makes me cry Neva wish it but ma dreams could die Raise the heaves and watch it fall But when its raise it never calls at all When we run we cant not hide The soul holds what the heart reside Raise my hands and hold my hearts The foaming air is torn apart I never new wat dieing means Buts its Satan sad like greens get green I Remember time Cuz reading books It comes too me like hooks get hook And weather cold like Reify clouds The poor dat cries makes the rich as how I Resign tmy soul dat I wish I hold Remembering dat new goes old So sing a song dat u cant sing Look up high and pray for our king And remember dat I count our days And dat the river will cross our ways Falling angels please do the do And remember dat high angels can fall too Raise ur hand and remember dreams cum true The time we spend is untenably Fair Like glowing stars and Regina’s hair I pray for my unfitting ways It comes too me like raining days I wonder y they cry false tears Like tamping eras and dreaming years Why do we cry for dying lifes Why husbands lies to weeping wives Askin why is interrelating to me But with out dat question one cant not be So lets Ask why when and who Or dat question will once again run and ask back too u When I cry I wipe ma tears Forgetting about the shatter years Temp a vowel so let it be And your virgin young will say I c I pray to u with poems of heart Instill dis day Am torn apart Talley v insoralaye I said ma words and said goodbye Amy Mbengue [comments] => 0 [counter] => 154 [topic] => 62 [informant] => SurenderRose [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => spiritual )
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