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Literature
Contributed by
SLiM_eLviS
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Saturday, 19th March 2005 @ 05:31:56 PM in AEST
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Its just a book that I created
But I covered it with you
It was a verse born
In the mysteries of my heart
O the works of it.
It could be called poetry
Or a lovers hymn of truth
It could be called a scripture
But Id rather call it you.
Its in every page
Written by the ink inside my soul
Its a foolish costly wage
To write it wherever I might go
Theres no eraser to this ink
That from my heart it seems to bleed
So no mistake was made
By my pens sweet loving deed.
So in my heart youre poetry itself
Because I wrote it so
Words tossed into the wind
To follow you where you will go.
Copyright ©
SLiM_eLviS
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2005-03-19 17:31:56]
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Re: Literature
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 19th March 2005 @ 08:10:44 PM AEST
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Nice metaphor, Slim!
General, throw the man a cheeseburger? |
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Re: Literature
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 20th March 2005 @ 12:43:05 PM AEST
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| enjoyed this a lot. the last stanza was very good and the imagery was really good. |
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