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(Writings in a) Dead Language; The best are Never Found
Contributed by
MrmcBiggums
on
Friday, 19th September 2003 @ 02:45:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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The Most important thoughts
a man can think
are while driving home along
in the middle of the night.
Off again, On again
your kicking your own shins.
Build a house around your pictures,
and read grand stories
of fact and fiction.
And while you're at it,
polish my shoes.
These things,
they say nothing.
These things,
they are dead to you.
One last push,
Breathe,
get ready for an adventure
that you can't imagine.
But visions of grandure
they are for me.
Copyright ©
MrmcBiggums
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2003-09-19 02:45:00] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: (Writings in a) Dead Language; The best are Never Found
(User Rating: 1 ) by MrMcBiggums on
Friday, 19th September 2003 @ 04:18:56 PM AEST (User
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blehhhhhh..... The Line "Driving home along" Is most definately without question supposed to be "Driving home alone", which changes the mood for the entire whole big poem thing. I Like spelling mistakes. Sorry for the inconvienience. Have a nice day! |
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