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Outlook.
Contributed by
backstreetdreamer
on
Friday, 23rd July 2004 @ 04:13:17 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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As I sat at my computer
cocooned by the intimacy
of early morning,
I heard a baby cry.
As I drank my first cup of coffee
cushioned in my womb
of living comfort,
I saw a man being killed.
As I struggled with my attempt
at rescuing myself
from sleeps velvet gauntlet
I thought a disturbing thought,
there but for fortune.....
Then I switched off, and switched on
to 'real' life,
to moan and groan about the day
that lay ahead.
How we all take things for granted!
Copyright ©
backstreetdreamer
... [
2004-07-23 04:13:17]
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Re: Outlook.
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by WinterFawn on
Friday, 23rd July 2004 @ 05:26:03 AM AEST
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This is so true..I know I have the tendency to take the comfort and security of my life for granted sometimes...thank you for sharing this excellent verse..
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Re: Outlook.
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by tabby on
Wednesday, 8th September 2004 @ 03:36:37 PM AEST
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nice writing, rings true for i would guess nearly every one of us.
Laura
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