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Fallow (Ode) by <~> Falling out of touch,
it seems, can be a crime
when all is over-much,
and gone is your free time.
Funny, how we flower
and fade as seasons pass.
Sad, to see friends sour
but glad for those steadfast.
Up the ladder:
Smiling
Down the ladder:
sprung
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Posted: June 5, 2003 6:00 PM PDT; Last modified: November 19, 2003 8:35 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.476812 Overall Rank: 2813 The following users have marked this poem on their favorites list:
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INTRANSIT @ 64.12.96.46
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19-Nov-03/8:51 AM
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;)
beauty, eh
yes, she is.
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