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Shelter (Free verse) by poetandknowit

Twisted trees dance windy rhythms, dead lake below begs for run off, hills to the west capture a storm front. If i stay here longer i will become part mountain, my skin blended from the hunter, movement silenced by the desperate howl of pines battling to know air. Soon snow will again fall.

Jarah 20-Aug-02/11:24 PM
I have the right to talk however i wanna fucking talk... no i dont go to school.. its summer dumbass.. and im no critic.. if i like something i tell the truth.. u just need to get a life... cuz u keep goin round readin what Im writing and then talkin bout how young i am? is that all u got on me? that i wrote a fuckin crappy ass wanna be patriotic poem and like im young? ok there buddy u got issues.. and my mother could give 2 shits less.. she is right fucking next to me assface.. she buys me cigs.. she gives me some a fucking joint if i clean my room or find the fuckin remote and she could care less what the fuck i do.. so u need to think of something else to "criticize" me with.. cuz i think ur well has dryed up.. all u are is a fucking cum bubble on a faggots ass... hee*hee.. have a nice nite.. byez.. and oh by the way ur real "kewl" arent u?




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