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Blow Of The Wind

When the foul whispers overblow The wind will blow like sickle The glib tongues of the perfect will rip And like rotten papers, they will tear The mouth that raged without reason In pain, will cry a tear And the hateful heart will burn In it's flames, life will drown No amount of saving will spare The oppressive eyes cry regret But the time is already too late For the barrel has overflowed

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Date: 7/30/2024 10:58:00 AM
Hello R.B. Cawis, I like the ending of this poem. Enjoy your day my friend. /Darlene/
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Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 8/5/2024 11:33:00 AM
Hello R.B . Cawis, Okay my friend. I hope you heal soon. Thank you for telling me. I hope you feel better soon. Enjoy your dasy my friend. /Darlene/
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Roger Roger
Date: 8/5/2024 12:35:00 AM
Hello my friend. Thank you very much. I've been in a long hiatus.

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