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Someday Soon (Free verse) by Drunk Russian Poet Against a simple backdrop
of red and black,
a lone man stands atop
an aging mass of rock.
As the cool western breeze
breaks upon his face
and he thinks of home,
a smile comes upon him.
He turns to walk away
as the shadows gather,
and slowly steals a glance
at the stars in the Eastern Sky.
Up the ladder:
A poem crafted from the depths of my heart
Down the ladder:
The Company You Keep
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Posted: June 25, 2004 1:01 PM PDT; Last modified: June 25, 2004 1:01 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.4034123 Overall Rank: 3110 Comments:
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Dovina @ 24.52.157.176
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25-Jun-04/3:36 PM
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A mysterious kinda thing, I won't even say all the interpretations it could have or the problems with them. Let it be for the intuition.
"breaks upon his face" WARM... I bet.
poop. pull out your chisel and fez.
I have to admit I thought the same thing.
Why did you stop being nowhereman?
Because I moved.
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