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Calender
Contributed by
crow
on
Tuesday, 9th November 2004 @ 03:20:36 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Lock and load,
you rented souls,
it`s kill or be killed today.
Two hundred miles off a hostile coast,
who`s calender is written with fate.
Each day an unmarked journey,
frightened as you lay to rest,
numbed by succsession, a sky is born,
consumed by it might be the last.
Peace might come in seconds,
never will make you its home,
banners fly, from kindred shores
you have offered what no one can afford....Crow [peace]
Copyright ©
crow
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2004-11-09 15:20:36] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Calender
(User Rating: 1 ) by jaeann on
Tuesday, 9th November 2004 @ 04:20:21 PM AEST (User
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oh my have i missed reading your work.....you're a talent of timeless energy.....as always.....you touch a part of me.....it's nice to see you my friend...... |
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Re: Calender
(User Rating: 1 ) by Ilhar on
Wednesday, 10th November 2004 @ 11:05:39 AM AEST (User
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strong write
Shari |
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