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The theatre of the mind.
Contributed by
Peanutzz
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Friday, 23rd July 2004 @ 03:34:41 PM in AEST
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Looking at the world in the theatre of my mind.
There’s no looking behind.
Begging for the truth in a city of lies.
Bitter but sweet is the blind fold on my eyes.
Your touch, Rough and pain full hiding under cloves.
My Hope's riding on the backs of warm feathered doves.
Abandoned Children begging for love.
Teary eyes stare at the sky above.
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2004-07-23 15:34:41]
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Re: The theatre of the mind.
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by ladyfawn on
Friday, 23rd July 2004 @ 03:47:48 PM AEST
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awww... sad but wonderful write:) warm welcome to ypdc:) hugs n' love nessa
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Re: The theatre of the mind.
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 23rd July 2004 @ 04:44:37 PM AEST
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God bless the children.
This is a beautifully emotional write.
Welcome to YPDC.
Rita |
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Re: The theatre of the mind.
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by brew on
Friday, 23rd July 2004 @ 08:16:04 PM AEST
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| Seems kids are always forgotten, in some sense..........they are the world, and even the age , they make a difference! Good write! |
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