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Nature's Choice.
Contributed by
Thivanka
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Saturday, 10th April 2004 @ 12:23:59 PM in AEST
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Comes late at night,
Too fatigued to fight,
A corrugated face, and hoarse voice,
Was surely not his choice?
Lays back after a shower,
Then starts to clamor,
Night till dawn,
Till the old owls mourn.
Like a train without breaks,
loaded with the stories he makes,
Goes on and on,
Till the wheels are worn.
Your awareness will wander,
When listnening to tale so somber,
Stop him while he speaks,
Or wait till he finally eats :
'Stop' said I,
And he asks me 'why'?
'Do you not realize the legnth of your voice'?
'Ah, but it is not my choice'!
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Thivanka
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2004-04-10 12:23:59]
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Re: Nature's Choice.
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by arden on
Sunday, 11th April 2004 @ 03:08:15 AM AEST
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nice poem. i really like the flow to it. awesome job. this was great.
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Re: Nature's Choice.
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by Dina on
Sunday, 11th April 2004 @ 03:35:09 PM AEST
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| This was really really true, we can all feel it as well. You seem that you love your grandfather though. I really like it, it was like describing my own grandfather especially with his tales and not wanting to stop. Thanks for reading my stuff as well. |
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