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Heartsong (Free verse) by RobinGayle Listen to the rhythm of your heartsong.
Notice it grows weaker, as you drown it with excuses
Still it struggles to the surface to be heard.
Meant to wander, undistorted,
The music never changes.
But the verses, they grow shorter
Just like time.
Up the ladder:
Black Rose
Down the ladder:
Artificial Reality
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Posted: July 19, 2002 9:08 AM PDT; Last modified: July 19, 2002 9:08 AM PDTWeighted score: 4.654218 Overall Rank: 12272 Comments:
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forestchild7 @ 216.77.216.8
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19-Jul-02/4:18 PM
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intriguing, and probably true...
I have no heart, Sir, for it was taken from me in a Pigge Fight in 1374. Ah, yes, I remember that Fight well. It was me and Porky McFibbs the pig farmer on a sunny afternoon in the Belvedere suite, enjoying sherry and light chat on the poop deck... Oh, I do hope you'll forgive me, Sir. I must to towne at once to buy a Shoe-horne, for mine seems to have snapped in some sort of mating frenzy. Good day.
So sorrye 'bout your plight auld chap. 'Twas certain Edgar warned ye - Shoehornes are naught for arses.
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