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the end
Contributed by
poeticjestix
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Friday, 22nd June 2018 @ 10:51:12 PM in AEST
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When my when becomes never
and nobody remembers my name
I/'/ll comfort myself with the failure i sought
and wish irony could have smiled back
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2018-06-22 22:51:12]
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Re: the end
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by softerware on
Sunday, 24th June 2018 @ 06:25:35 AM AEST
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When my when becomes never, I will remember this poem! What a clever start to a quick little snippet of a poem that vanishes long before we wish it to!
By the way, we are all smiling back as we read your message. Well done.
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Re: the end
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by Puppy_dog_eyes on
Friday, 29th June 2018 @ 10:22:27 AM AEST
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I/'/ve always thought that nobody would remember me when I/'/m gone.
However, we all leave footprints in someone/'/s mind, whether we realise or not.
Nice work
Steve |
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Re: the end
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 1st July 2018 @ 08:07:13 AM AEST
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I might suggest that it depends
upon when your never was.
Peace! |
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Re: the end
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 1st July 2018 @ 08:13:30 AM AEST
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the more lofty the goal
the more greaser to poll seems to
get.
Peace! |
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Re: the end
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by deusdeira on
Monday, 9th July 2018 @ 09:06:00 AM AEST
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| I have always found humanity/'/s need to leave a legacy amusing. Time is the enemy of memory, all we will all inevitably be forgotten eventually. Yet we strive to lengthen our influence on this world. Such a noble struggle, and yet, so pointless in essence. It is in my eyes, the worlds bigsgest irony. Your poem made me think. Thanks. :) |
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