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scrolling my friend scrolling all I'm ever doings searching upon the nets of mother spider - tis the nature of the beast with sharper teeth a bigger mouth-without famine is no feast For I once had known a leper who was eaten by leopard Now the sheep have taken arms but to rip apart the Sheppard what a subtle revelation in my mind I've found vacation but the sands of time do torment those who choose an allocation cometh now my saddest child, weep to me all things are foul I have wandered fields of flander - Families dead inside their camper death is still above the reads, skin and bones is all we keep wooded hampers full of damper, sons and daughters, tin decanters

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Date: 2/15/2016 11:26:00 AM
awesome poem. LINDA
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Date: 7/5/2014 9:38:00 AM
love the flow Chriss,wonderful write
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