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Life
Contributed by
CoLD
on
Sunday, 5th September 2004 @ 08:25:25 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Silence is a virtue,
Pleasure is a pain,
Cold is to heat,
as life is to the brain,
loud is the music,
that I often play,
when my thoughts,
of life are cruel,
I often feel insane,
My friends don't always care
about the life I choose,
to live like a prisoner,
inside my running shoes
I wonder if some day
I will return
to the life I lost
and live among the people
I often came across
Copyright ©
CoLD
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2004-09-05 20:25:25]
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Re: Life
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by Essentially9 on
Sunday, 5th September 2004 @ 09:23:17 PM AEST
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| very good write. i too have done the same thing with the posting and title, except it was reality. screws everything up. this has some depth to it. keep up the great writes. =] |
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Re: Life
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by BEE on
Friday, 21st April 2006 @ 11:51:00 AM AEST
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I love this poem very good for your first poem
PS COMMENT ON SOME OF MINE |
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