Discussion in 'Poetry' started by ReV, Jun 5, 2004.

  1. ReV

    ReV Member

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    I sit alone in my room watching the trees go by
    Albeit they go fairly slow but over them I fly
    To the distant heights seen far away
    To the long forgotten hills I sway
    Never to be seen again into the above I fade
    I settle down and take a seat upon that lotus glade
    I thought I saw her happy there in a time long ago
    But now I see nothing of her but mourn with the piping crow.
  2. osiris

    osiris Senior Member

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    yea, you just can't get that fucking crow to shut up!

    much love :)

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