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lament and retrograde (Free verse) by Don-Quixote

words quiet sighs chaining me yet, my hands are deformed not fit to hold pen or pencil with eyes non compos mentis directing its course obstinate, demand to be given a wheelchair since legs do not have strength to stand or walk. too proud to crawl

DreamerSupreme 18-Sep-03/10:06 AM
long time no see, where have you been?




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