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Winter is a Nazi.
Contributed by
deadreckoning1983
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Tuesday, 24th August 2004 @ 11:59:19 PM in AEST
Topic:
NaturePoetry
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It's two-thirty in the morning,
Life has almost ceased.
Crickets are still playing,
A serenade for the few who listen.
Light silently crashes thru a window,
Frosting it cyan.
The ivy slothfully rests.
Sitting on the fence,
As it will always be,
Until winter comes.
Like a death camp it will spare nothing.
Except for the evergreen,
Everything but the fire.
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deadreckoning1983
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2004-08-24 23:59:19]
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Re: Winter is a Nazi.
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by oreo_kisses on
Wednesday, 25th August 2004 @ 12:46:29 AM AEST
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| well i really like this peice of writing.. its very discriptive and nice choice in words... keep up te awesome work |
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Re: Winter is a Nazi.
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by Archie on
Wednesday, 25th August 2004 @ 04:50:19 AM AEST
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| Nice poem and also a very good allusion to your title |
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Re: Winter is a Nazi.
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by theMoth on
Monday, 30th August 2004 @ 01:31:16 PM AEST
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| I don't know much about you, but your writing surprises me. Keep doin' your thang, blood. --Mothy |
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