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April Showers (Sonnet) by mindsigns

Touch the sky and bring it down Caress it as your child Be barren no more! Her eyes, pure blue, towards nature's mound Hanging above the the smile From her face the tears pour! So young and helpless, still fearing the world She lets the traffic pass and waits alone! Her body trembles, an open door? All attend a mass Each in hand, a stone.... Empty space, Her beauty bruised Innocence fade, emotions used

horus8 18-Feb-03/7:33 PM
nice try, but you fail.
miserably may i add.

watch

Look at me a fucking hack
a steaming mound of poo
i can't see or turn back
because i'm sniffing glue
and i know i'm absurd
for dicking with the pope
it's just the way i praise the word
when i can barely cope
with the shit i read all day
how can one survive
i need a whip to properly flay
i hate being alive
Can you fucking blame me?
You were serving cold tea.




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