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[title] => A Cobblers Tale
[time] => 2004-12-28 16:57:58
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[bodytext] => A Cobblers Tale White crystal blow anointed from high On the sheltered soul of will and bone My home be many miles and in the past Yet now my pursuit is on the plain On warmer days to stride was joy But now the season be not so kind Alone but for my steed and canine friend I plod toward what be my dream To make myself on mountain high A shelter grand and refuge firm I dream of trees and beaver tanned Of streams with fish of ample size These be the thoughts which move me on In some past time a cobbler be The best for miles and work on end I took great pride in every boot Leather gleamed in morning sun And as the boot would leave my door The owner would smile and tip his brim Boston was a lovely town But not within my nightly realms A sudden start from where i'd been My pack is full but growing low The leather souls of buffalo Have carried me some many miles Yet now the shards have cut them thin My toes cry out for heat and home Blood is dried and caked inside The blisters ooze I have no salve Jerky dried from past some days Is all but gone and bison be no more I struggle 'gainst thoughts to cease The goal maintains the striving within Horizon afar whence begotten succeed There be not warmth within thy hand And sleep beckons fore to still the night So be this then an unmarked grave Beneath the sun and below the moon [comments] => 0 [counter] => 203 [topic] => 31 [informant] => newewe [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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