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Deceit

DECEIT The scale has tipped to disfavor. Lights are slowly being adjusted to dim. The room becomes colder. DECEIT Thunder and lightning ensues, The ground rumbles and quakes. Lights at the end of the tunnel, Have been removed. DECEIT A wall of water, Is coming your way. The billboard spells-castrophe. No room to run or hide. Time has finally run out. DECEIT by Norman Geary

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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Date: 6/2/2016 1:14:00 AM
Norman, well penned. Enjoyed reading your thoughts and words today. *SKAT
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Date: 9/2/2011 8:30:00 AM
I think this is beautiful.
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