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My Resort
Contributed by
vox
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Saturday, 13th August 2005 @ 07:48:22 AM in AEST
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From sun my home cannot be seen.
Untouched by rain, untouched by dew.
It’s hard to hear the robins sing.
There are no windows in my room.
My roof is made out of concrete.
My bed is made of wood.
I lie asleep eternally
Like all my neighbors do.
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2005-08-13 07:48:22]
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Re: My Resort
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by lil_angel on
Saturday, 13th August 2005 @ 12:34:49 PM AEST
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| A really good write! Remeber to comment on more of other peoples work to get more comments your self. But you do have a good talent |
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Re: My Resort
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by gwenevere on
Saturday, 13th August 2005 @ 01:27:55 PM AEST
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| A ghome we will all find one day.good write, Ros |
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Re: My Resort
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by sprinter27 on
Saturday, 13th August 2005 @ 11:07:59 PM AEST
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good write, and if this means that you close yourself off... knock down the damn concrete. get some cushions and pillows for your bed and make some windows. if you don't--i'll help you. really, if you need to talk , you can PM me. good write, though, keep up the good work!
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