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my paperbag
Contributed by
Jrtoews
on
Sunday, 22nd January 2006 @ 07:37:31 PM in AEST
Topic:
spiritual
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what am i doing?
this i dont know
where is my paperbag?
wich carries my soul
its been in the river
all beaten and bruised
the fires of hell
a mans dirty old shoes
it was on its way up
now on its way down
lost in a pickup
on my way into town
people knew it was tattered
but didnt care at all
broken and battered
they all watched it fall
it got ripped in the park
when i walked home that day
my life has gone dark
i want someone to pay
dont know where it went
maybe someday
someone will repent
and i will have it to stay
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Jrtoews
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2006-01-22 19:37:31]
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Re: my paperbag
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by deadheadpoet on
Sunday, 22nd January 2006 @ 09:33:30 PM AEST
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| Cool write. Liked the use of the paperbag, great metaphor. Deep. Peace to you, Laura |
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Re: my paperbag
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 27th February 2007 @ 06:08:47 PM AEST
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| The imagery in this poem was very well conveyed. Keep up the good work! |
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