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Post by rubbanekk on Feb 28, 2003 22:40:14 GMT -5
Picture past paragraphs lost in Paradise. Poetry in motion has no disguise. Nobody has ever seen struggle's I've surrived. It's was too late, My parents were already dead when the ambulance had arrived. Bloody sprinkled brilliant brains all over the walls. What was I to think, I was only knee tall. It was a dark,gloomy night, Not to late in the fall. When ever I needed someone, Who was I suppose to call? Picture past paragraphs lost in Paradise. poetry in motion has no disguise.
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Post by rubbanekk on Feb 28, 2003 22:48:32 GMT -5
Please leave any criticism good or bad, It will only make me a better poet. Thankyou
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Post by Maryann22 on Mar 10, 2003 7:18:36 GMT -5
i liked this poem even thou is was really sad
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