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Fulfillment

Member since 2004 · Posted 21 Apr 2004 · 2 comments

On this warm summer night, as I cruise effortlessly down this country road, the stars shimmering off the black hood of my car, I pause and reflect on the majesty of the universe. In the quiet solitude of this smooth endless road, I ponder creation and realize purpose. With escape from the noise of this world, the silence has made all things clear. I am here to serve my Maker. And as the cool breeze whisks at my cheeks, I am at peace.

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[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 22-Apr-04/2:27 AM Reply

The Baker's Apprentice (Free verse) by -=Dark_Angel=-

On this warm summer night,
as I cruise effortlessly
down this country road,
the stars shimmering off
the black hood of my car,
I pause and reflect on
the majesty of the universe.
In the quiet solitude of
this smooth endless road,
I ponder creation and realize purpose.
With escape from the noise of this world,
the silence has made all things clear.
I am here to serve my Baker.
And as the cool breeze
whisks at my cheeks,
I am at peace.

[n/a] <~> 22-Apr-04/9:30 PM Reply

is it me, or is this shaped like the midsection of a man with a semi-flaccid erection?