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Temperance
Contributed by
Channing
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Monday, 26th September 2005 @ 06:40:12 PM in AEST
Topic:
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Each time the shovel strikes
A memory stabs my mind with spikes
Of a past love which was so great
In the end it had a horrible fate
For I had much temperance
Yet she had drank too much
Temper took and overpowered
Her jaw moved in a way such
That my wretched fingers made a move on their own
They reached for the throat with a moan
She struggled, fought, and gasped for air
In the end she fell in despair
I finally realized what I had done
My temperance turned to an ill temper
I thought that I should run
But could not leave her, for she was my love
If only she hadnt drank so
The argument wouldnt have been so low
As to make my mind forget
The love we shared and kept
For now I lay her in the ground
I aim the gun to my eye
Then will come the sound as I take this round
Alas I will float so high, as to meet her in the sky
-Channing-
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Re: Temperance
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by justme03 on
Thursday, 29th September 2005 @ 06:25:01 PM AEST
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FRIKKEN AWESOM! why the hell as no one commented on this before? its SO dam tight!
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