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[aid] => mick
[title] => Lost Lament
[time] => 2004-07-11 12:34:47
[hometext] => Not sure if its done, or which topic it fits in. Anyway, I hope you enjoy...
[bodytext] => In a land so filled with sorrow, I came upon a spot to borrow. In the mud I found begotten, Lost and lonely so forgotten. Laying under with the rotten, Calmly wrapped within its cotton, Crying for its lost lament. Then I watched it try to rise, There within my sullen skies. But it found no stair to take, And with a step began to quake, While what I saw I could not make, Though ev池y thing was now at stake, Crying for its lost lament. When I asked it for its notion, It looked at me and then did motion. Pointing out a strong distaste, For the world and all its waste, Storied lies within it laced As it wrapped around its waist, Memories of lost lament. So I ventured for an answer, But was greeted like a cancer. For it lived amidst distrust, Though to me it had been trussed, It carried nothing of my lust, As it searched for what it must, Memories of lost lament. So remembered for its silence, Just as well as for its vi値ence. Weighing heavy on my mind, So many things I cannot find, Though in sight I have gone blind, Still I search for what is kind, Crying for my lost lament. Now I am the one that wanders, Deep within I知 he who ponders. Looking for my visions core, Reaching vainly for the door, Wanting nothing and much more, As my soul from me is tore, Crying for my lost lament. Soon I値l see another coming, Feel the pulse of their heart drumming. As they slip into the shade, Fearing ills they may have made, Holding bills they have not paid, Soon they find That down they've laid, Crying for their lost lament. So my story now is ending, Though for me it will be sending. Come again I will be here, Do not wait there is no fear, Visit me where it is clear, Though you just may shed a tear, Crying for your lost lament. Michael David Morash All rights reserved Copyright 2004 [comments] => 1 [counter] => 156 [topic] => 43 [informant] => mdmorash [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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