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Rose Wall (Free verse) by Carvaceous I painted roses on my wall
Wearily I watch and wait for them to grow tall
Day after day
As I sit
They stay
The same red, red
And my countenance
pallors
Yet they bloom
Even through the Winter's gloom
Oh how I wish they'd break
and drop
For I fear they'll never grow
nor end and stop
Up the ladder:
Corny.
Down the ladder:
Now We are Half
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Posted: January 12, 2003 8:23 AM PST; Last modified: January 12, 2003 8:23 AM PSTWeighted score: 4.9103527 Overall Rank: 9657 Comments:
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Bachus @ 24.126.113.154
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12-Jan-03/1:20 PM
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worthwhile.
This is like....ummmm....a hopeless endevour?
Sounds like a poem written in high school at best. But good try.
they won't grow. they're made of paint, you silly goose! (just kidding) a valliant attempt! an 8.
cool I like this one!
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