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Score
Contributed by
outsider
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Saturday, 19th April 2003 @ 08:35:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
MiscPoems
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Enter our hero stage left
His mind and body utterly bereft
The knife in his heart his soul has been cleft
An infusion of pain a feeling of theft
Soul no longer exists just a shell just a core
So much promise at first but not any more
Once the attraction now a figure to shun and abhor
No more the words "I like to score"
A sigh to end sighs emits as he lies on the bed
The final agony has eased from his head
Weep not readers for calmness has spread
Weep not for our hero is dead.
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2003-04-19 08:35:00]
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Re: Score
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by shelby on
Saturday, 19th April 2003 @ 01:34:34 PM AEST
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honest and forthcoming write.Well done.
Michelle |
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Re: Score
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by Lovingangel4u on
Saturday, 19th April 2003 @ 10:01:47 PM AEST
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| An incrediably powerful and sad poem. Very well written as all your poems hun. xxx |
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