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Hurtle
Contributed by
kingbee7g
on
Saturday, 7th November 2009 @ 11:27:56 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Split from this Earth And cast to the nether. My only condolence, Wish gives me a feather.
To slow my descent as I head for the ground. A beat of my wing Does not slow me down. Ill relax my soul And brace for the impact Endeavouring always To keep myself intact.
What is this tumble, Or this trial of my life? I just hope I chose wisely And that feather buys me time.
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kingbee7g
... [
2009-11-07 11:27:56] (Date/Time posted on
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