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EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE
_( EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE )_
EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE I THINK ABOUT THE PAST.
AND ALL THE THINGS THAT DIDNT SEEM TO LAST.
IT ALL JUST SEEMS LIKE A END LESS TASK.
IVE WANTED FOR SO LONG TO TAKE OFF THE MASK.
LIFE IS LIKE A CAR CRASH.
EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE I SMILE AT THE PAIN.
BECAUSE I KNOW WHAT LIFE IS ABOUT CHANGE.
FOR ONCE I DONT WANT TO BE THE ONE THAT YOU BLAME.
AND AS MUCH AS YOU WANT IT TO THINGS NEVER STAY THE SAME.
EVERY ONCE IN AWHILE OUT OF KNOW WHERE ILL START TO LAUGH,
BECAUSE I AM THANKFUL FOR EVERYTHING THAT I HAVE.
EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE I THINK ABOUT THE PAST.
AND ALL THE THINGS THAT DIDNT SEEM TO LAST.
IT ALL JUST SEEMS LIKE A END LESS TASK.
IVE WANTED FOR SO LONG TO TAKE OFF THE MASK.
LIFE IS LIKE A CAR CRASH.
EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE I SMILE AT THE PAIN.
BECAUSE I KNOW WHAT LIFE IS ABOUT CHANGE.
FOR ONCE I DONT WANT TO BE THE ONE THAT YOU BLAME.
AND AS MUCH AS YOU WANT IT TO THINGS NEVER STAY THE SAME.
EVERY ONCE IN AWHILE OUT OF KNOW WHERE ILL START TO LAUGH,
BECAUSE I AM THANKFUL FOR EVERYTHING THAT I HAVE.
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Posted: Sep 2009
Post Comment2 POEMS ILL FIND MY WAY & THE COURAGE THAT I NEED
( ILL FIND MY WAY )_
ILL FIND MY WAY LIFE IS A STRUGGLE WITH A LOT OF PAIN AND HEART ACHE.
LIFE IS LIKE A CAR CRASH ON A BUSY HIGH WAY.
ALL THE DRAMA AND PEOPLE THAT TRY TO STAND IN MY WAY.
WHEN LIFES GOES WRONG THE ONLY THING THAT I CAN DO IS PRAY.
SPEAKING TO GOD I CANT EVEN FIND THE WORDS TO SAY.
IN MY LIFE THINGS ALWAYS SEEM TO SEEM THE SAME.
IT SO HARD TO GET THROUGH TODAY.
I TRY SO HARD TO MAKE IT ALL OK.
I KNOW THAT NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS IN MY LIFE, THIS GIRL WILL ALWAYS FIND HER WAY.
WRITTEN BY KARA YOST 2009 DO NOT COPY
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_(THE COURAGE THAT I NEED)_
THAT GIRL THAT IS BRAVE AND STRONG.
THAT GIRL THATS ALMOST PERFECT AND NOTHING EVER GOES WRONG.
THAT GIRL THATS ALWAYS THERE. THAT GIRL THAT HAS NO FEARS.
THAT GIRL THATS ALWAYS HAPPY AND NEVER LETS YOU SEE HER TEARS.
THE COURAGE THAT I NEED TO GET THROUGH MY LIFE.
THE STRENGTH AND HOPE THAT I NEED TO GET ME THROUGH TONIGHT
BY KARA YOST 2009 DO NOT COPY
ILL FIND MY WAY LIFE IS A STRUGGLE WITH A LOT OF PAIN AND HEART ACHE.
LIFE IS LIKE A CAR CRASH ON A BUSY HIGH WAY.
ALL THE DRAMA AND PEOPLE THAT TRY TO STAND IN MY WAY.
WHEN LIFES GOES WRONG THE ONLY THING THAT I CAN DO IS PRAY.
SPEAKING TO GOD I CANT EVEN FIND THE WORDS TO SAY.
IN MY LIFE THINGS ALWAYS SEEM TO SEEM THE SAME.
IT SO HARD TO GET THROUGH TODAY.
I TRY SO HARD TO MAKE IT ALL OK.
I KNOW THAT NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS IN MY LIFE, THIS GIRL WILL ALWAYS FIND HER WAY.
WRITTEN BY KARA YOST 2009 DO NOT COPY
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_(THE COURAGE THAT I NEED)_
THAT GIRL THAT IS BRAVE AND STRONG.
THAT GIRL THATS ALMOST PERFECT AND NOTHING EVER GOES WRONG.
THAT GIRL THATS ALWAYS THERE. THAT GIRL THAT HAS NO FEARS.
THAT GIRL THATS ALWAYS HAPPY AND NEVER LETS YOU SEE HER TEARS.
THE COURAGE THAT I NEED TO GET THROUGH MY LIFE.
THE STRENGTH AND HOPE THAT I NEED TO GET ME THROUGH TONIGHT
BY KARA YOST 2009 DO NOT COPY
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Posted: Sep 2009
Post Comment? happiness ?
? happiness ?
i think happiness is in side your self. we seach our whole lives for happiess in love and in friends and ppl but we never really look inside of our selfs and actually take the time to sit back and ask our selfs who we are and what is truly important in our lives. i take so much every for granted. i take time for granted and i dont want to be taht person that wakes up when im 30 years old and ask my self where did my life go? why am i not happy? and why didnt i take the chances in life along time ago when i had the chance to make everything in life the way it all seemed to me? i think most people dont find happines becuase they try to spell happiness with a Y (happyness) its kinda like life. we miss spell things that are so simple we just never took the time to look at how the word is spelled so we mispell our lives and are left broken everytime. people try to find happiness in love and money and we never realize that happiness in with in our selfs we try so hard to be happy because of the things we have in life that can fill a void of lonelyness and that empty feeling. things that have no meaning and are never going to be your true cause of happiness. the things in life that make me the happy are laughing going down to the river,talking to got. the simple things in life make me happy. i dont need to roll like a boss or have millions of dollars to be happy. ive always been poor i was born poor and im going out of this world poor so ive earned that you dont need money to be happy ive been poor all my life money isnt about to change me now. im so much different then i used to be and i think that time can truly change a person. life is to short to spend it on a endless search and worthless battle. i am happy with my life and i have no regrets because everything in life happens for a reason and life is a mystery and we never know the future untill we get there i wish for every one ot find true happiness in life and when you find it hold on to it because it dont seem to last long.
i think happiness is in side your self. we seach our whole lives for happiess in love and in friends and ppl but we never really look inside of our selfs and actually take the time to sit back and ask our selfs who we are and what is truly important in our lives. i take so much every for granted. i take time for granted and i dont want to be taht person that wakes up when im 30 years old and ask my self where did my life go? why am i not happy? and why didnt i take the chances in life along time ago when i had the chance to make everything in life the way it all seemed to me? i think most people dont find happines becuase they try to spell happiness with a Y (happyness) its kinda like life. we miss spell things that are so simple we just never took the time to look at how the word is spelled so we mispell our lives and are left broken everytime. people try to find happiness in love and money and we never realize that happiness in with in our selfs we try so hard to be happy because of the things we have in life that can fill a void of lonelyness and that empty feeling. things that have no meaning and are never going to be your true cause of happiness. the things in life that make me the happy are laughing going down to the river,talking to got. the simple things in life make me happy. i dont need to roll like a boss or have millions of dollars to be happy. ive always been poor i was born poor and im going out of this world poor so ive earned that you dont need money to be happy ive been poor all my life money isnt about to change me now. im so much different then i used to be and i think that time can truly change a person. life is to short to spend it on a endless search and worthless battle. i am happy with my life and i have no regrets because everything in life happens for a reason and life is a mystery and we never know the future untill we get there i wish for every one ot find true happiness in life and when you find it hold on to it because it dont seem to last long.
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
it speaks for its self.Felix Pater
He noticed me when I accompanied my daughter to learn to sing in the Sunday school.
He saw me standing with full support for my daughter.
He read my mind about the hope for the future of my daughter.
He felt a vibration that harbored my heart’s hope of my daughter’s spiritual life.
He touched my worries as a mother.
He looked at me with a lot of questions and little hope.
He photographed me and my daughter repeatedly in the churchyard.
He spoke with words of stern and simple.
He gives warmth to the children.
He offered friendship.
He told me his dream was beginning to become a journalist.
He listened to my story about my initial goal is to become a nun.
He gave me a clear picture of monastic life.
He sent me letters that live in my mind when he had moved the task.
He was the first monk who was very close in my life.
In all his words sometimes save something. As a friendship bound by a deep longing. He seemed to fill his mind with the problems of my everyday's life. But he remained there, in the monastery, the life that has he chose.But his gander stay in my mind, gave a special meaning. Friendship in the holy longing. In the monastery, there is a longing that fill him everyday.
He saw me standing with full support for my daughter.
He read my mind about the hope for the future of my daughter.
He felt a vibration that harbored my heart’s hope of my daughter’s spiritual life.
He touched my worries as a mother.
He looked at me with a lot of questions and little hope.
He photographed me and my daughter repeatedly in the churchyard.
He spoke with words of stern and simple.
He gives warmth to the children.
He offered friendship.
He told me his dream was beginning to become a journalist.
He listened to my story about my initial goal is to become a nun.
He gave me a clear picture of monastic life.
He sent me letters that live in my mind when he had moved the task.
He was the first monk who was very close in my life.
In all his words sometimes save something. As a friendship bound by a deep longing. He seemed to fill his mind with the problems of my everyday's life. But he remained there, in the monastery, the life that has he chose.But his gander stay in my mind, gave a special meaning. Friendship in the holy longing. In the monastery, there is a longing that fill him everyday.
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Posted: Oct 2009
About this poem:
He is my best friend.
What point in time
Vortexs swirling
Endless pinnings
People parting with arms entwining
Huge money spent on high class dining
Endless meetings, retracted greetings
Devils working with eternal Cravings.
New conflicts with people dying
Starving children and people crying
Painfull yearnings ,extreme lost earnings
Tragic lyings,feathers flying
Constant stirrings and untold hurtings
The planets dying and were still striving
Hearts entangled and nerves are jangled
New diseases, people sneezing
Poverty and people barely eating
Air pollution and anxious feelings
Check yourself, are you still breathing
Coddled politicians and constant reelings
Heroin addicts and alcohol dealings
Can't we all just have some feelings
Ranting,ravings and thoughts of wealth
Dying children and gigantic savings
Pollute the earth,forget the health
Molecules that kill your breathing,
Money spent on killing masses.
Whats in it for me and save your asses
Private clubs and general apathy
Vent your anger now on society
Money competiton and stockpiled metals
Painfull dyings, material amassing
Superficial selfish practices,
Anxious cell phones and texting classes,
Rationed food and new improved optic glasses
Pointed buildings stretching skyward
Shimmering coated window glasses
What we need is more golf passes
Stylish logos,no more hobos
Move the homeless but leave us blameless.
Walk away and we are shameless.
Killer gasses,pollution increases
Make more money,shut up honey
Pain and suffering, stock price stuffing
Gods work waining,stupid straining
Volcanic eruptions,climatic changes
Sordid stories,paperazzi and winning photos
Killer storms and killer bees,
What can all these things mean
Frugal families and tragic losses
Will whipped employees and hurtful bosses
Declining frogs in lakes and bogs
Start up your gas guzzling hog
Liquidate and stem the losses
Sellout mankind for just a song
Where and when did it all go wrong
Endless pinnings
People parting with arms entwining
Huge money spent on high class dining
Endless meetings, retracted greetings
Devils working with eternal Cravings.
New conflicts with people dying
Starving children and people crying
Painfull yearnings ,extreme lost earnings
Tragic lyings,feathers flying
Constant stirrings and untold hurtings
The planets dying and were still striving
Hearts entangled and nerves are jangled
New diseases, people sneezing
Poverty and people barely eating
Air pollution and anxious feelings
Check yourself, are you still breathing
Coddled politicians and constant reelings
Heroin addicts and alcohol dealings
Can't we all just have some feelings
Ranting,ravings and thoughts of wealth
Dying children and gigantic savings
Pollute the earth,forget the health
Molecules that kill your breathing,
Money spent on killing masses.
Whats in it for me and save your asses
Private clubs and general apathy
Vent your anger now on society
Money competiton and stockpiled metals
Painfull dyings, material amassing
Superficial selfish practices,
Anxious cell phones and texting classes,
Rationed food and new improved optic glasses
Pointed buildings stretching skyward
Shimmering coated window glasses
What we need is more golf passes
Stylish logos,no more hobos
Move the homeless but leave us blameless.
Walk away and we are shameless.
Killer gasses,pollution increases
Make more money,shut up honey
Pain and suffering, stock price stuffing
Gods work waining,stupid straining
Volcanic eruptions,climatic changes
Sordid stories,paperazzi and winning photos
Killer storms and killer bees,
What can all these things mean
Frugal families and tragic losses
Will whipped employees and hurtful bosses
Declining frogs in lakes and bogs
Start up your gas guzzling hog
Liquidate and stem the losses
Sellout mankind for just a song
Where and when did it all go wrong
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Posted: Oct 2009
About this poem:
Pehaps we ar becoming alittle too materialistic..
God's Wonderful Railway
For passengers who're waiting,
For the 8-13 to Paignton,
This service is reported running late.
In fact the truth behind it
Is we simply can not find it,
So we ask you to be patient please and wait
Upon the platform,
Until my colleague fills out that form,
That we use whenever we mislay a train;
Though we usually find them hiding,
Down some sleepy little siding,
There's some are lost and never seen again.
Now, You might not imagine
That, twelve coaches and an engine,
Can disappear completely from the line;
Well, perhaps the odd occasion,
But it truly is amazing,
'cos in fact, it seems to happen all the time.
But our customers are stoic,
Play the martyr,
Act heroic,
They'll never be the ones to lay the fault,
'cos experience has taught 'em,
That each and every autumn,
One leaf can bring the network to a halt.
And then in dark December,
(It's tradition now, remember),
We turn off all the heat until July.
Then at the height of summer,
(And this really is a bummer),
We turn it on and let the buggers fry.
Will passengers, who're waiting,
On platform one for Paignton,
Please make their way across to platform nine;
It's not that there's a train there
(But)
You'll be standing in the rain there,
And the half-mile walk will help you pass the time
For the 8-13 to Paignton,
This service is reported running late.
In fact the truth behind it
Is we simply can not find it,
So we ask you to be patient please and wait
Upon the platform,
Until my colleague fills out that form,
That we use whenever we mislay a train;
Though we usually find them hiding,
Down some sleepy little siding,
There's some are lost and never seen again.
Now, You might not imagine
That, twelve coaches and an engine,
Can disappear completely from the line;
Well, perhaps the odd occasion,
But it truly is amazing,
'cos in fact, it seems to happen all the time.
But our customers are stoic,
Play the martyr,
Act heroic,
They'll never be the ones to lay the fault,
'cos experience has taught 'em,
That each and every autumn,
One leaf can bring the network to a halt.
And then in dark December,
(It's tradition now, remember),
We turn off all the heat until July.
Then at the height of summer,
(And this really is a bummer),
We turn it on and let the buggers fry.
Will passengers, who're waiting,
On platform one for Paignton,
Please make their way across to platform nine;
It's not that there's a train there
(But)
You'll be standing in the rain there,
And the half-mile walk will help you pass the time
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Posted: Oct 2009
About this poem:
For those of you who are unfamiliar with the British railway system, every winter, there are numerous delays officially due to "leaves on the line" or "the wrong kind of snow"!!!! :o) You may laugh at this poem, but it is VERY true to life!! :o)The Twelve Bottles of Te Bheag Whiskey
I had 12 bottles of Te Bheag in my cellar and my wife told me to pour each and every one down the sink, or else!....
I said I would, and proceeded with the task. I withdrew the cork from the first bottle and poured the contents down the sink, with the exception of one glass, which I drank. I extracted the cork from the second bottle and did likewise with the exception of one glass, which I drank. I pulled the cork from the third bottle and poured the Te Bheag down the sink which I drank. I pulled the cork from the fourth bottle down the sink, and poured the Te Bheag down the glass which I drank. Then I pulled the bottle from the cork and drank one sink out of it, and threw the rest down the glass. I corked the sink out of the next glass and poured the cork down the bottle. I corked the sink with the glass, bottled the drink and drank the pour. Then I had everything emptied. I steadied the house with one hand and counted the glasses, corks and bottles with the other, which were 29, and as the house came by I counted them again and finally had all the houses in one bottle, which I drank.
I am not under the affluence of incohol as some tinkle peep I am. I am not half so thunk as you might drink I fool so feelish. I don't know who is me, and the drunker I stand here the longer I get.
I said I would, and proceeded with the task. I withdrew the cork from the first bottle and poured the contents down the sink, with the exception of one glass, which I drank. I extracted the cork from the second bottle and did likewise with the exception of one glass, which I drank. I pulled the cork from the third bottle and poured the Te Bheag down the sink which I drank. I pulled the cork from the fourth bottle down the sink, and poured the Te Bheag down the glass which I drank. Then I pulled the bottle from the cork and drank one sink out of it, and threw the rest down the glass. I corked the sink out of the next glass and poured the cork down the bottle. I corked the sink with the glass, bottled the drink and drank the pour. Then I had everything emptied. I steadied the house with one hand and counted the glasses, corks and bottles with the other, which were 29, and as the house came by I counted them again and finally had all the houses in one bottle, which I drank.
I am not under the affluence of incohol as some tinkle peep I am. I am not half so thunk as you might drink I fool so feelish. I don't know who is me, and the drunker I stand here the longer I get.
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Posted: Oct 2009
About this poem:
Saw this one on the wall of a the hotel at Isleornsay on Skye, many years ago.~~~To My CS Friends~~~
I COME TO CS TO SEARCH FOR TRUE
LOVE. AND I NEVER THINK THAT I MEET
MANY GOOD FRIENDS HERE, FRIENDS THAT
READY TO EXTEND THEIR HAND WHEN I'M DOWN.
MY CS FRIENDS ARE THE ANGELS ON EARTH THAT GOD
SENDS, YES..I ADMIT THAT BEFORE I HAVE THIS THINKING
WHY? A BIG QUESTION IN MY HEART ..BUT IT COMES
THE DAYS WHEN I HAVE MY UPS & DOWN HERE...THIS
FRIENDS...COME TO ME AND GIVE ME A HAND TO
KEEP GOING.. MY CS FRIENDS THAT I NEVER MET IN
PERSON, BUT I FEEL THE KIND HEART FROM EVERYONE OF THEM..
MY CS FRIENDS I DONT KNOW HOW TO THANK YOU ALL,
WORDS IS NOT ENOUGH TO EXPRESS MY FEELINGS FOR HAVING
YOU WITH ME.. AND I THANK GOD TO SHOW ME THE CS SITE
NOT ONLY FOR SEARCHING A LIFETIME PARTNER..BUT HE
SHOW ME THAT GOOD FRIENDS IS HERE AND,I NEVER LONELY
AGAIN..I HAVE MY FAMILY MY CS FRIENDS & I WANT
TO THANK YOU ALL FOR BEING HERE WHEN I'M DOWN & LONELY..
WHEN THE TIME IS COME.. AND I NEED TO LEAVE THIS PARADISE..
REMEMBER MY FRIENDS..YOU ARE ALL IN MY HEART & MIND..
I NEVER FORGOT YOU ALL..Ahh!! MY CS GOOD FRIENDS IS MY
FAMILY... I PRAY THAT SOONER OR LATER, WE FIND WHAT WE ARE LOOKING
FOR...MY CS..FRIENDS.. MY TRUE FRIENDS... I LOVE YOU ALL..
FRIEND FOREVER,,
YURIMA~EDNA,
LOVE. AND I NEVER THINK THAT I MEET
MANY GOOD FRIENDS HERE, FRIENDS THAT
READY TO EXTEND THEIR HAND WHEN I'M DOWN.
MY CS FRIENDS ARE THE ANGELS ON EARTH THAT GOD
SENDS, YES..I ADMIT THAT BEFORE I HAVE THIS THINKING
WHY? A BIG QUESTION IN MY HEART ..BUT IT COMES
THE DAYS WHEN I HAVE MY UPS & DOWN HERE...THIS
FRIENDS...COME TO ME AND GIVE ME A HAND TO
KEEP GOING.. MY CS FRIENDS THAT I NEVER MET IN
PERSON, BUT I FEEL THE KIND HEART FROM EVERYONE OF THEM..
MY CS FRIENDS I DONT KNOW HOW TO THANK YOU ALL,
WORDS IS NOT ENOUGH TO EXPRESS MY FEELINGS FOR HAVING
YOU WITH ME.. AND I THANK GOD TO SHOW ME THE CS SITE
NOT ONLY FOR SEARCHING A LIFETIME PARTNER..BUT HE
SHOW ME THAT GOOD FRIENDS IS HERE AND,I NEVER LONELY
AGAIN..I HAVE MY FAMILY MY CS FRIENDS & I WANT
TO THANK YOU ALL FOR BEING HERE WHEN I'M DOWN & LONELY..
WHEN THE TIME IS COME.. AND I NEED TO LEAVE THIS PARADISE..
REMEMBER MY FRIENDS..YOU ARE ALL IN MY HEART & MIND..
I NEVER FORGOT YOU ALL..Ahh!! MY CS GOOD FRIENDS IS MY
FAMILY... I PRAY THAT SOONER OR LATER, WE FIND WHAT WE ARE LOOKING
FOR...MY CS..FRIENDS.. MY TRUE FRIENDS... I LOVE YOU ALL..
FRIEND FOREVER,,
YURIMA~EDNA,
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Posted: Jun 2009
About this poem:
This is for my CS friends..my best friend
My Best Friend
Sitting here now it feels like just yesterday
I was sitting here with you and your crew, listening to you say,
"She's my best friend,
There at the beginning, she'll be there at the end.
Always right here, always next to me
Where I want, where I need her to be."
How do you forget your best friend?
I was there at the beginning, what happened in the end?
You were never here, never next to me....
Where I wanted, where I needed you to be.
We used to sing along
With the car radio to every song
Even though we sounded awful we had fun!
Way back... when our love had just begun.
I still feel it, I swear I do
In my heart, it aches, don't you?
Like a movie I could see it all
The 2 of us-- growing old, our kids-- growing tall
The house, the life, the troubles we'd share...
What we deserved, only what's fair!
Best friends forever
and always together...
What happened to us?
I loved you SO much...
Over and over in my mind
I find
Myself stuck on a question
Why did you tell me this love was destined?
To last forever....
and ever...
How can I get through
Getting over you?
My heart, my soul, my best friend
If only I could hear you say forever and ever again.
Sandra Renee copyright 2006
Sitting here now it feels like just yesterday
I was sitting here with you and your crew, listening to you say,
"She's my best friend,
There at the beginning, she'll be there at the end.
Always right here, always next to me
Where I want, where I need her to be."
How do you forget your best friend?
I was there at the beginning, what happened in the end?
You were never here, never next to me....
Where I wanted, where I needed you to be.
We used to sing along
With the car radio to every song
Even though we sounded awful we had fun!
Way back... when our love had just begun.
I still feel it, I swear I do
In my heart, it aches, don't you?
Like a movie I could see it all
The 2 of us-- growing old, our kids-- growing tall
The house, the life, the troubles we'd share...
What we deserved, only what's fair!
Best friends forever
and always together...
What happened to us?
I loved you SO much...
Over and over in my mind
I find
Myself stuck on a question
Why did you tell me this love was destined?
To last forever....
and ever...
How can I get through
Getting over you?
My heart, my soul, my best friend
If only I could hear you say forever and ever again.
Sandra Renee copyright 2006
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Posted: Oct 2009
About this poem:
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