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Hope
Contributed by
MyLastHope
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Tuesday, 26th April 2011 @ 02:52:05 PM in AEST
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Hidden away from almighty power,
In the mitts of Londons finest hour,
Blooms, that overdue, iridescent flower,
Oh Londons soil is ripe with confusion,
The snowdrop blooms, with absolute intrusion,
Orange mock, its all an illusion,
Power, mankinds unforgiving teacher,
Hope, another mythological creature,
It waits in the centre, the deepest of sleeper,
Elevated security, heightened maturity,
It feeds off innocence and purity,
Nessie is gone; thank you, human obscurity...
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2011-04-26 14:52:05]
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Re: Hope
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by Camba_08 on
Tuesday, 26th April 2011 @ 06:54:58 PM AEST
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| nice poem, read it fast out loud and my sister thought i was rapping haha |
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