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the mix
Contributed by
rhei76
on
Monday, 25th December 2006 @ 09:45:26 PM in AEST
Topic:
dedicatedpoems
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I can't tell you anything
What is rule & who is king...
I don't know much of it,
Some would say I just throw a fit,
Talking trash like I am fixed.
When I'm broken into the mix
I can tell you everything
What is real & what's been seen
I would give it all up
To repair your wings
I will do all my best
But I can't tell you.
I can't tell you,
How to find yourself,
Be yourself.
I can help you see what's true,
But I can't get you off the shelf.
Tried to be the one.
Tried to get'er done.
But there's nothing I can say
To make you better.
I am
the only one I can fix
&
I'm broken
Wash into the mix
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rhei76
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2006-12-25 21:45:26] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: the mix
(User Rating: 1 ) by sju on
Tuesday, 26th December 2006 @ 10:12:14 AM AEST (User
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The flow of this poem sits well on my belly. Good job :) |
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