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The ... Woe in Me
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The ... Woe in Me |
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Rex Allen McCoy Member Elite
since 2000-01-30
Posts 2863Sippin a Timmy's in London 
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The ... Woe in Me ~~~ Hearts overcome by sorrow's throw to fleeting hopes adhere Aligning thoughts against the flow will not console a tear Through change embrace the strongest taste erase the palette's grieve A pining thought forgotten not is grief's one last reprieve ~ Linger not or ponder thought on moments past repair As beauty grasped from distant past brings little but despair Instead perceive in darkness shot with hope you this conceive A pining thought forgotten not is grief's one last reprieve ~~~ [This message has been edited by Rex Allen McCoy (edited 12-03-2001).] |
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OLIAS Senior Member
since 2000-06-20
Posts 1090Pearl city Iowa |
Ohh, I like this very much, very stylish write with wonderful rythmn and a great flow, excellent sir. Regards, Olias. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
 Well done poet Rex. "Linger not or ponder thought on moments past repair" Exactly. But easier said than done for some. |
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peaches73533 Senior Member
since 2001-11-04
Posts 981OK, USA |
I have to agree with Midnitesun.Very well done. Peaches |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
An ancient sound 'tis sorrow heard black it flies along with word a cry of dark as pain is borne thoug night be long, come soon, sweet Morn... |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
Now, this is utterly sad! Do not forget, St. Patrick's day is not that far off and neither is the pot at the end of the rainbow  Kathleen (Kay) |
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