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Shoulders Tear Down
Contributed by
Benny14
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Thursday, 7th July 2005 @ 12:00:15 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Shoulders tear down
With window glass streaks
On that cloudy Sunday afternoon
It’s amazing what you might find
If you look through the right room
Shoelaces and cinder blocks
Antique rulers and alarm clocks
The shoelaces belonged to my very first sneakers
The cinder blocks used to keep me from climbing my crib
Ruler used to measure my growth, from one-foot-six to six-foot one.
The alarm clock that rose me my first day of school and wakes me to this day
Porcelain cats, a pickup truck, horseshoes bringing us all well deserved luck
Puppets, petrified rocks, ticket stubs, worn down jerseys, chipped bookends
Hubcaps, game balls, weary board games, frayed blankets, and pictures of friends
It’s amazing what you might find
On a cloudy Sunday afternoon
In this room amidst the downpour
Where sidewalks meet the ceiling
And where we all meet the floor
Copyright ©
Benny14
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2005-07-07 00:00:15]
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Re: Shoulders Tear Down
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 7th July 2005 @ 02:21:22 AM AEST
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good write
your poem looks like
that sing on the ladies
bathroom door lol |
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Re: Shoulders Tear Down
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by emystar on
Tuesday, 31st January 2006 @ 05:35:34 AM AEST
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Wow u must be sittng in your mom's room?
Very good memories u have.
huggs, smiles,
emy |
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