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A mornings word 120407
Contributed by
wordsy
on
Tuesday, 4th December 2007 @ 11:57:38 PM in AEST
Topic:
MiscPoems
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A child of destiny in the hands of fate Born of rage and reared in hate All together a little too late Now he too bears the trait
Now he too bears the trait
Ousted by life and lacking the clout Filled with fear and riddled with doubt And still he is clueless to what it's about
And still he is clueless to what it's about
Seeped in sorrow He shares the shame and bears the blunt of the burden of blame And to his pain he gave a name All in all, it's all the same
All in all, it's all the same
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2007-12-04 23:57:38] (Date/Time posted on
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