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A mornings word 120407
Contributed by
wordsy
on
Tuesday, 4th December 2007 @ 11:57:38 PM in AEST
Topic:
MiscPoems
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A child of destiny
in the hands of fate
Born of rage
and reared in hate
All together a little too late
Now he too bears the trait
Now he too bears the trait
Ousted by life
and lacking the clout
Filled with fear
and riddled with doubt
And still he is clueless to what it's about
And still he is clueless to what it's about
Seeped in sorrow
He shares the shame
and bears the blunt
of the burden of blame
And to his pain he gave a name
All in all, it's all the same
All in all, it's all the same
Copyright ©
wordsy
... [
2007-12-04 23:57:38] (Date/Time posted on
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