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Free verse № 132480

hoppy

Member since 2003 · Posted 25 Oct 2005 · Edited 25 Oct 2005 · 2 comments

there is hope, there is love, there is pain, there is death, there. is hope let hope draw all the curtains shut while love is in your bed. and let all the poison pain crawl out when you are on the floor instead. and let death deliver roses to all the mournful passers-by, til hope pulls all the curtains off the hook to show who stands inside. there is hope. there is love. there is pain. there is death. there is hope.

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[8] zodiac 25-Oct-05/3:07 AM Reply
God bless thy poor bald pate. God bless. thy hollow winking eyes God bless thy shriveld beard. God. bless. thy many wrinkled forehead Thou hast no teeth old man & thus I kiss thy sleek bald head Heva come kiss his bald head for he will not hurt us Heva

-Blake, Tiriel
[9] Dovina 25-Oct-05/7:24 AM Reply
Yes. Eat, drink and be merry, make love, for tomorrow you die. There, is hope.