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''*Night*'' (Free verse) by youngweirdo

The wind is cold,but the air is hot, A mist seeps down and sweeps people up. The night has came, The moon is clear, The sky is dark beneath the fear. I hear a voice inside my dream, Its saying things which make me scream, They make me tremble, My body and soul. And its all in the night, When the wind is cold.

Tascobar 17-Aug-02/3:54 PM
Young? Perhaps. Talented? I think not. A wierdo? Most assuredly. My good chap, you should be ashamed of yourself. This is G.C.S.E. poetry at it's worst. For your crimes against the English language you should be hung, drawn and quartered - and then presented to Satan on a pewter platter to do as He will. Shocking. 1/10.




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