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Shush

World keeps to turn on, we are born and die, dawn comes as night ends. death reigns in all spots of this poor, old land. Time takes big paces, we don't learn parts, in things that change the world and life My minds stuck, hands are tied, they are quiet Tell me what's right Shush!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 11/21/2012 9:11:00 PM
Junate,, Stopping by to greet you and every other soup poet, with a special thank you comment, during this wonderful Thanksgiving season. Hope you do not mind the time I am taking to express my sincere appreciation for any support you have offered during the years, or time you have been here on the soup. I am deeply thankful and extend to you my best wishes for a happy and healthy Poetic Magical Thanksgiving Day. *Always & Forever, the Poet Destroyer; -*
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Date: 11/19/2012 11:40:00 AM
I really enjoyed reading this one. Well done! :)
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Date: 11/19/2012 11:45:00 AM
Thanks Heather...I like your poems too :)