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I dont have a title for this
Contributed by
putteragain
on
Monday, 5th April 2004 @ 05:50:26 PM in AEST
Topic:
Nostalgic
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Vast arey of colors
in the form of people
each their own creation
shaped and molded by time
wrinkels of laughter
scars of pain
look of wisdom in eyes of all
fingers bent from years of labor
backs hunched over
pills aligne the dresser
days marked container
in case the mind it fails
memories faded
colors have begun to dull
childrens childres all grown
its just you and grandpa now
Copyright ©
putteragain
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2004-04-05 17:50:26]
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Re: I dont have a title for this
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 5th April 2004 @ 05:57:11 PM AEST
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dunno about a title maybe something like '"lifes achievers" or job done! good write.
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Re: I dont have a title for this
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by forever_lonely on
Monday, 5th April 2004 @ 07:51:41 PM AEST
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I love this, the sytle is excellent and the topic is clever and thought through, 5 stars in my book
As for a title i came up with 'The Quaint Demise of Vivacity' :)
Great write once again
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Re: I dont have a title for this
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by Necromant on
Tuesday, 6th April 2004 @ 10:06:51 AM AEST
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Ah truely nostalgic poem! Awesome write! The wording is perfect it makes you realise how much time flies and that life's really short!
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Re: I dont have a title for this
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by Stitch on
Thursday, 15th April 2004 @ 03:27:11 PM AEST
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Oh, I really like this. This is the kind of poem that you can see, taste, feel, smell. Wonderfully rich.
Stitch |
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