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London
Contributed by
shadow
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Saturday, 24th January 2004 @ 03:15:29 PM in AEST
Topic:
MiscPoems
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What sweet word of divine grace
Should fall now upon this face?
What light shall I see shine
And hold the sparkle of words divine
What ground is this if I should fall?
The sweet green grass of London hall
The gate to the chapels that tower high
That pierce the blue where none dare fly
The ashen streets of sweet ballet
Holds the love of this sweet day.
No children laugh or play this day
The once blue sky is dead gray
The fires burn as if from hell
No sound is heard save the bell
The last towel rung alas is twelve
Upon the streets the echoes dwell.
This is where this sad tell ends
Upon the ash among the my sins
This is the ground were I fall
Upon the streets of London hall
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2004-01-24 15:15:29] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: London
(User Rating: 1 ) by AsrealTheFallen10 on
Saturday, 24th January 2004 @ 03:18:16 PM AEST (User
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wow , i liked this very much. |
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Re: London
(User Rating: 1 ) by hawaii06 on
Saturday, 24th January 2004 @ 03:24:45 PM AEST (User
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I really liked this poem..Keep writing...
Jamie |
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