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A Matter of Faith (Free verse) by darkshark

Crippling with nails Placing wood upon wood A fortress in the sky Throwing its shadow Like a shotput At dusk and at dawn Parents wonder if Snakes slink in the High grasses ringing the tree A lone beacon for those Weary of walking these Bendless, soulless plains I only wonder Who planted the tree

vulcan 30-May-03/3:31 AM
that's memorable!




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