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Panning for gold (Free verse) by INTRANSIT

I went on my way in hopes to find.... But it seems all I created was a mountainous pile of tree bark for my blacktop plunderings. And dreamland never came. In the little bird house, my grey mattered knife cuts me again Sending my ghost away and leaving my eagle to cree-yaw in its' cage.

poetandknowit 12-Dec-02/6:44 PM
Happy for "us". Why do you say that? She is asking you or your husband if this is the wife to save her from a mean and reckless world filled with lost souls that have become cynical bastards and now love nothing more or nothing less than the bottle. Oh yeah! Go to her. Show her that there is still love in this crazy mixed up world. Redeem America while there is still time. Go. Intransit, Intransit, I love you Intransit, but you only have 14 hours to save the earth. Intransit. Ahhhhh. Savior of the Universe. This would work better if your user mane had only one syllable.




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