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Nice Year
Contributed by
Exodus
on
Tuesday, 7th November 2006 @ 05:48:30 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Paper lampshade
With crescent moons cut around
Shooting stars in November
Shooting over the frosted ground
Disconnected
Swearing that the phone
Never works when you are waiting
So you spend the night alone
Merry Christmas
Frantic as you buy a gift for your brother
You know no one will mind since you have no money
And since you have an understanding mother
Grounded
But your feet are stuck
high up in the clouds
Your head's full of luck
Holding onto something
Clasped so tight
That my hand loses
Tension and starts turning white
Living on my own
Making the best of the simple
Things I do to make it seem
Like maybe I'm not so little
I was lucky
To be seated last
Across from the family
In a picture from the past
Copyright ©
Exodus
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2006-11-07 17:48:30] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Nice Year
(User Rating: 1 ) by Sio on
Tuesday, 7th November 2006 @ 06:43:58 PM AEST (User
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Very well written, it really made me feel empathetic.
I love the last four lines:
"I was lucky
To be seated last
Across from the family
In a picture from the past"
They tell so much. |
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