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A mornings word 111607
Contributed by
wordsy
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Saturday, 17th November 2007 @ 12:42:15 AM in AEST
Topic:
MiscPoems
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In a world that's not so giving
there is no forgiving
all the things that we have done
A sadness of misgiving
to still go on living
as we bow down to the gun
And our tirade seems so daunting
a soulful kind of haunting
that leaves us all perturbed
A sinful fling we're flaunting
morally tainted taunting
that has me quite distrubed
A choice is what we were given
the only grace we've ever known
To die or to go on living
their lessons learned, the dying moan
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wordsy
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2007-11-17 00:42:15]
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Re: A mornings word 111607
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by Lone_er on
Saturday, 17th November 2007 @ 10:23:49 AM AEST
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| I like the truths in this poem..And the message.Good work!...Russ |
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