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The Hand That Rock's The Cradle . . . Ben

Contributed by myheartsvoice on Friday, 9th March 2007 @ 04:10:51 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems






When

i was young

i thought the world

revolved around my dreams,

insidiously life changed for me

now nothing's what it

seems.


The

thing's my parents taught me and

what i learned in school, and of course

society

and

that good old

golden

ruel.


Now

my parent's

they are dead

and class is now

dismised,

society

has lost it's head now

ruling with it's

fist.


Evil's

growning stronger

as the world is growing weak,

while we've all grown politically

correct.


So

maybey then

like apes again we'll

no longer

speak,

to

tight

we've

tied the ropes

around our

neck.


Ah!

now love and friendship

good christ! how much we care,

untill we get those quarters stuck

to far up you know

where.


Of

course

there is forgivness

the bible tell us

so,

but

there is something happeneing

even jesus doesn't know.


Let's

see how can i put it?

to make it all

equate,

'tis

the hand

that rock's the cradle

that determine's love or

hate.


Ben








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Re: The Hand That Rock's The Cradle . . . Ben (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Friday, 9th March 2007 @ 07:51:16 PM AEST
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Ben this is a remarkable write,
Awesome.
Big huggs, smiles,
emy


Re: The Hand That Rock's The Cradle . . . Ben (User Rating: 1 )
by Grownbabygirl on Friday, 9th March 2007 @ 11:17:14 PM AEST
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This is a very nice and true write Ben, thanks for sharing.


Re: The Hand That Rock's The Cradle . . . Ben (User Rating: 1 )
by SoUR_GuRL67 on Sunday, 11th March 2007 @ 06:25:30 AM AEST
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Totally awesome!

much love
-K




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