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Survive
Contributed by
Crow
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Tuesday, 13th July 2004 @ 02:33:41 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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The stench of knowledge
has it`s effect.
Damage to the heart
and soul we survive.
Time has held endless
and endless we are
as countless winds to the shore.
Speak of kindness,
will yourself true,
mere flesh and blood will parish.
Be it eyes of wisdom
first breath of a child
to this world.................Crow
Thinking of our time here"
Copyright ©
Crow
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2004-07-13 14:33:41]
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Re: Survive
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by Ilhar on
Tuesday, 13th July 2004 @ 02:59:28 PM AEST
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liked this one a lot
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Re: Survive
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by lovingcritters on
Tuesday, 13th July 2004 @ 08:57:04 PM AEST
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Oh Crow how nice to have you back to read your lovely words again!
How have you been my friend.
This short piece as you call it was created just like all your others.....with insight, and sometimes mystery, I never know where you're going to take me, but I love to trail along!
Poetic hugs......and so glad to hear from you
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