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Sevens

Contributed by jyssvw22 on Saturday, 28th May 2005 @ 02:57:47 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



The seventh day provided majestic restfulness
The air was sensational and the trees sky-rocketed
The water flowed like a spiritual stream
The light struck the sunflower like a laser beam

The seven travelers, horse and wagon to the west
On a gold rush of merits pondering their success
California and the Grapes of Wrath
They brave the continent a terrain unlike last

The seven tribes of the forest of darkness
They spend their lives singing and dancing
They remain true to their wives even when at war
They hunt skin only to stay warm in the winter

The seventh month of the lunar year had entered
The night of the Alaskan sun had tempered
While night was as bright as day
The rainbow of the region refused to rot away

The seventh minute of this hour has come and ticked on by
On the Williamsburg bridge the seven train races to its next stop
Through my window the musical orchestra that plays
Seven band members each a talent at their respective arts

The seven ghosts that talk to me at night
They give me advice and counsel me on life
They sit in a circle and surround me with care
They are undead messengers free of common despair

The seventh stanza of this one sided perspective has begun
The seven stories, although arbitrarily, have a twist I have yet to spun.



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Re: Sevens (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 28th May 2005 @ 03:02:24 PM AEST
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And I'd give you seven out of five were it possible. It's obvious to me that weekends, the relationship of wheat to chafe on this site rises, doesn't it? This was like a mini-tour of American history with a bit of the esoteric thrown in. Kudos!


Re: Sevens (User Rating: 1 )
by hauntedscorp on Saturday, 28th May 2005 @ 03:12:42 PM AEST
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*applauds* You win again....! I can't wait for the twist. Scorp.


Re: Sevens (User Rating: 1 )
by MorningDove on Saturday, 28th May 2005 @ 03:41:04 PM AEST
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You related the stories magnificently. I am now eagerly awaiting the twist. Come on, give it up, my nails are shorter by the minute. LOL

Smiles,
Rita




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