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her treasure (Free verse) by amber1028 Her time-weathered photographs.
Her aged and faded treasures immeasureable.
Ancient riches commemorating laughs she had found.
Silver oceans and glittering eyes.
Intiricately carved faces.
Beautiful like the dawn's memory.
Her pictures aging like the threads of time.
Webbed aroung desire.
Covered by her wrinkled skin.
And forever remembered behind her beautiful eyes.
Up the ladder:
The Young Girl From Khartoum
Down the ladder:
The blankness of his life
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Posted: December 20, 2003 7:06 PM PST; Last modified: December 20, 2003 7:06 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.2241178 Overall Rank: 4313 Comments:
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22-Dec-03/3:45 PM
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It's difficult to feel any sympathy for the elderly when just last week an old man wandered into a playground full of children and chewed their cheeks off.
Old memories well remembered, I enjoyed this.
rather sweet, could do with a couple of original images to grab the reader.
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