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My way
Contributed by
Amicus
on
Tuesday, 24th December 2013 @ 03:38:27 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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There’s a butcher in my town
And he’s a little sad today
That there are problems in this world
That you can’t pray away
And his wife she’s a painter
Yeah the real artistic type
With frames of the starving
That cause all kinds of strife
The government tries to help
Or at least that’s what they say
Branding us with numbers
To describe our personality
And the Priests tell us differently
The ways to live our lives
But who can say what’s happy
Or distinguish faith from lies
So guess it’s up to you
And what you believe
Each person needs to find their way
Who cares if we disagree
Copyright ©
Amicus
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2013-12-24 15:38:27] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: My way
(User Rating: 1 ) by Spike on
Wednesday, 25th December 2013 @ 06:58:36 AM AEST (User
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I enjoyed the opening stanzas more than the finish, and a little polishing would make it a better poem, but it shines from the dross, alright.
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