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Isolated
Contributed by
ktbugg
on
Wednesday, 12th March 2003 @ 05:30:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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Throw your daisies on the battlefield Maybe they can send others hope You and I, however, are floating So go and grab the telescope It seems like just yesterday That I was brushing your hair Ive lost the comb, the brush, and you After all, nothing is fair
Were as a divergent boundary Plates drifting farther apart Seems long ago now That your core captured my heart
But now that weve used up ammunition Weve set our soldiers free I guess all thats left is You with you and me with me
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ktbugg
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2003-03-12 05:30:00] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Isolated
(User Rating: 1 ) by MoonlitAngel on
Wednesday, 12th March 2003 @ 05:44:23 AM AEST (User
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similes and metaphors...not allusions. :)
Good poem. I like the divergent boundary part... different. I like that. It's not every day you see love compared to the plates under the earth's crust. :P
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Re: Isolated
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 12th March 2003 @ 08:28:44 AM AEST (User
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Very clever poem and enjoyable to read. Every thing flows very well. |
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Re: Isolated
(User Rating: 1 ) by ladyfawn on
Wednesday, 12th March 2003 @ 12:24:42 PM AEST (User
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ohhh this is sad and bittersweet, would be a very special greeting card too, great write........ |
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Re: Isolated
(User Rating: 1 ) by bobotheclown on
Wednesday, 12th March 2003 @ 03:20:37 PM AEST (User
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I don't know your reason(s) for writing this poem, but it was really good. I can sense a bit of bitterness behind this poem. Keep on writing.
Bobo (Joel) |
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