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You Wascally Wabbit!
Contributed by
Invierno
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Wednesday, 20th September 2017 @ 07:19:39 PM in AEST
Topic:
mythology
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You Wascally Wabbit! Everywhere, beneath rocks, in bibles, tomes, skies, Ive looked so hard to grab It.
Such a Promise! Held like honey on dripping comb; reach, seek, nip a smile from the tip if you please, but where lies honey, so fly bees.
This Immortality, no expiry, promised by man, (as I am). But! Faith! Faith! Faith! That all important wraith that drives, that frees, if but one can summon, abandon; if but one believes.
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Re: You Wascally Wabbit!
(User Rating: 1 ) by softerware on
Friday, 22nd September 2017 @ 01:23:56 PM AEST (User
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Your last four lines sum well your splendid late night ramble! I love the precaution - WHERE LIES HONEY, SO FLY BEES!
You are telling us that your desires remain ever illusive; and are the reason that justifies your existence.
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Re: You Wascally Wabbit!
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Sunday, 24th September 2017 @ 01:56:07 AM AEST (User
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oh Fyodor, oh Rodion,
Oh hell, just right there
not seeing any heaven
Too smart, to figure things
out on ones own.
I crashed, poverty ravished
me, nobody sees but me
nobody
no body cares
I don/t carrot all
but you write
Like a long hair
rabbit
walking like around
territorial grounds
he pops out
in mid day
shaken by my
footsteps
where there is no
place to nest
And in the wide open
space
he sits ready and waiting
to flee
Peace!
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