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Sonnet № 115308

Driven

Member since 2004 · Posted 10 Nov 2004 · 2 comments

To the very ends of the Earth Down to the deepest depths of the sea Driven to be in the coldest plains in the turf By the brightest star in which can be From to battling foes upon a field Both very alike in which we see way Two scenes which we can not wield Both wait for the very day In which to strike another attack People of both sides suffer greatly While neither side can turn their backs While they both wait patiently For this dangerous adventure to end So they can start to help each other mend.

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[n/a] horus8 10-Nov-04/4:01 PM Reply
This is no sonnet, but instead;
A well pinched loaf of bread.
[6] deleted user 11-Nov-04/6:53 AM Reply
Respect for trying.