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Array ( [sid] => 41896 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => I dont have a title for this [time] => 2004-04-05 17:50:26 [hometext] => style is different for me let me know what you think and help with a title is OK [bodytext] => Vast arey of colors
in the form of people
each their own creation
shaped and molded by time

wrinkels of laughter
scars of pain
look of wisdom in eyes of all
fingers bent from years of labor

backs hunched over
pills aligne the dresser
days marked container
in case the mind it fails

memories faded
colors have begun to dull
childrens childres all grown
its just you and grandpa now [comments] => 4 [counter] => 146 [topic] => 44 [informant] => putteragain [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Nostalgic )

I dont have a title for this

Contributed by putteragain on Monday, 5th April 2004 @ 05:50:26 PM in AEST
Topic: Nostalgic

Vast arey of colors
in the form of people
each their own creation
shaped and molded by time

wrinkels of laughter
scars of pain
look of wisdom in eyes of all
fingers bent from years of labor

backs hunched over
pills aligne the dresser
days marked container
in case the mind it fails

memories faded
colors have begun to dull
childrens childres all grown
its just you and grandpa now

Copyright © putteragain ... [ 2004-04-05 17:50:26]
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Re: I dont have a title for this (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 5th April 2004 @ 05:57:11 PM AEST
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dunno about a title maybe something like '"lifes achievers" or job done! good write.

wildejohnny.

Re: I dont have a title for this (User Rating: 1 )
by forever_lonely on Monday, 5th April 2004 @ 07:51:41 PM AEST
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I love this, the sytle is excellent and the topic is clever and thought through, 5 stars in my book

As for a title i came up with 'The Quaint Demise of Vivacity' :)

Great write once again

Luke

Re: I dont have a title for this (User Rating: 1 )
by Necromant on Tuesday, 6th April 2004 @ 10:06:51 AM AEST
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Ah truely nostalgic poem! Awesome write! The wording is perfect it makes you realise how much time flies and that life's really short!
Anne :D

Re: I dont have a title for this (User Rating: 1 )
by Stitch on Thursday, 15th April 2004 @ 03:27:11 PM AEST
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Oh, I really like this. This is the kind of poem that you can see, taste, feel, smell. Wonderfully rich.
Stitch

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