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I hate making titles (Free verse) by drnick

Shadows fall like darkness crawls. These trees, it seems, are growing tall. If fire finds these timbered lines who will defend these massive halls? Not God, not man will be at hand to answer the crackling calls.

drnick 14-Jul-06/12:04 PM
Spank you very mooch.




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