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untitled (suggestions wanted) (Free verse) by Don-Quixote I.
In youth we whimper,
fearing the night owl;
turn pubescent and roar.
Subdued we still growl,
having learned the lore;
seek silence to then wither.
II.
Each separate life is part of an ageless symphony;
we transpose and form the glissando.
Melodic when united, alone a sharp cacophony;
born like thunder and then diminuendo.
Up the ladder:
Faith on a cross
Down the ladder:
For such is a childâs heart
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Posted: November 24, 2003 5:21 PM PST; Last modified: November 24, 2003 5:21 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.190725 Overall Rank: 4696 Comments:
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The_Third_Isis @ 24.126.116.54
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24-Nov-03/10:01 PM
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How about Sancho Panzas puberty... for the untitled heh,heh.Don I'am encantada que leiste mi poema, si es verdad sobre el tema 8 que lo de la harmonica quizas le falta practica, pero es uno de mis bebe's.And has alot of potential please, you are invited to continue giving me tips and bettering my poetry. how about the sonnata of the windmills..Thank you.Ciao bello!.
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<{Baba^Yaga}> @ 24.126.116.54
> The_Third_Isis
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24-Nov-03/10:09 PM
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Wow dude, my mom is asking you to give her tips. That's a compliment.
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SupremeDreamer @ 204.31.166.247
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24-Nov-03/10:56 PM
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Yeah, but now I'm worried about the tips I'll give her. Usually no one pays attention my advice... You'll make sure to squash me when my advice is shit right?- Insurance for free?
Well, They seem to say the same thing, one and two.
Save two for something else. The animals don't strike quite the chord themusical terms do.
i really like this..........
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