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A mornings word 100507
Contributed by
wordsy
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Saturday, 6th October 2007 @ 12:12:52 AM in AEST
Topic:
MiscPoems
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In a race that has no finish
Where the dead except no blame
The living are fraught and foundering
All in all it’s all the same
Like a game in extra endings
With no tally as yet confirmed
Destructions are found in compliance
So no longer are we concerned
About an excuse that’s worn and weary
Where over use has taken its toll
With reasons that are clouded and bleary
Forever on, it is we roll
Blinded once more by a fettered faith
A truth in lies now told
Tell me just where do we get off
On being oh so bold
Tell me just where do we get off
On being oh so bold
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wordsy
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2007-10-06 00:12:52] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: A mornings word 100507
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Saturday, 6th October 2007 @ 04:40:48 AM AEST (User
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First time I recall readin' yer work 'n' this is my kind of poetry. I'm gonna git a couple more read before I git off this site. I enjoyed and commend your meter, sytax, 'n' perfect 'n' unforced rhymin'. I absolutely agree with the message too!
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Re: A mornings word 100507
(User Rating: 1 ) by Dom on
Wednesday, 28th November 2007 @ 12:20:12 AM AEST (User
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I completely agree with Ken about the rhythm of this piece, it chugs steadily along like the passing of time. Superbly crafted!
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