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Basking in the Glory of the son,
the child wept not less than before they woke at dawn.
Her hands tremble as she pulled the hair need for the final Scene,
but her loss was the dam that flood before the river that's tainted.
Do to terrible pains to the core,
the mother said, "not any more."
- by dottie4000 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/06/2009 |
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- Title: Final Knight
- Artist: dottie4000
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- Date: 04/06/2009
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- xXx-Pandy_Piez-xXx - 04/07/2009
- HOLY SNAP!!!!!!!!!.......O.o....ur an awesome poet!..=3......um...if it'z not 2 much trouble......O.o.....can I have ur autograph?!!!..=DDD..lol..=333
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- BelleTheGoalie - 04/06/2009
- omg wow...that was beautiful...
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- xXxShadowGamezxXx - 04/06/2009
- wow. deep.
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