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white glory
Contributed by
conorshawn
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Thursday, 27th December 2007 @ 04:32:32 AM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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White Glory
Beautiful and white
Pure as the passion.
Cold as ice yet tranquil as life.
Coming in small blast,
Yearning to blanket the earth.
Tis the season to unleash the
Furry of natures conquest.
Wait wait say the peasants
In all dismay.
The gods are angered
For this they will pay.
They scamper away looking
To hide, but there is
Nowhere to go.
As it would appear
They are not angry at all
It is time be be righteous and pure.
Let it fall
Let it blow
For the gods are here to
Grant us the beauty and ahhh!
As the wrath descends
The snow comes to life.
The sun glistens across the troth.
The animals scamper
And the children play.
The gods have blessed us again this day.
Patrick
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2007-12-27 04:32:32]
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Re: white glory
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by Honey56 on
Thursday, 27th December 2007 @ 07:25:55 AM AEST
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