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half a day.
till the night is done. questions remain. and the fear has begun. the child weaps his tears of rage. through the book of life. finds a brand new page. its the little things that, mean so much. like a mothers kiss, or a womans touch. they say beauty comes. and beauty goes. in the purest of hearts. that beauty will show. |
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Really Really Nice - I enjoyed
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Half a day, all the way...come on here.
To write, laugh, and play...I just wanted to say. Good job on the poem,,but its lousy pay,lol |
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This one has an impact... this one expresses... clipped and concise.... this one... is worth 'half a day'...
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