Monday, May 4, 2009

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Here's another really terrible poem.

what blows by us today

may tomorrow be far away

never wanting to return

only longing to stay


receiving this wish it remains

deep in the earth, down so low

stopped, not even moving slow


now does it long to leave

and travel again endlessly

the dreams it has

were once reality


but as with all things

time answers too late

and stays too long

for the fleeting wishes

of those under its domain

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