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Contributed by Mangos on Thursday, 16th March 2006 @ 02:17:44 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

The seven travelers, horse and wagon to the west
On a gold rush of merits pondering their success
California and the Grapes of Wrath
They brave the continent a terrain unlike last

The seven tribes of the forest of darkness
They spend their lives singing and dancing
They remain true to their wives even when at war
They hunt skin only to stay warm in the winter

The seventh day provided majestic restfulness
The air was sensational and the trees sky-rocketed
The water flowed like a spiritual stream
The light struck the sunflower like a laser beam

The seventh month of the lunar year had entered
The night of the Alaskan sun had tempered
While night was as bright as day
The rainbow of the region refused to rot away

The seven ghosts that talk to me at night
They give me advice and counsel me on life
They sit in a circle and surround me with care
They are undead messengers free of common despair

The seventh minute of this hour has come and ticked on by
On the Williamsburg bridge the seven train races to its next stop
Through my window the musical orchestra that plays
Seven band members each a talent at their respective arts

The seventh stanza of this one sided perspective has begun
The seven stories, although arbitrarily, have a twist I have yet to spun….

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Re: 7 (User Rating: 1 )
by Archie on Thursday, 16th March 2006 @ 03:05:12 PM AEST
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This is good, I do have to admit though that the first few stanzas were better in rhythym than the last. I liked it a lot though and could relate to many of the lines.

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