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Korak 257,
Aug 19, 2009, 12:51PM EDT
BICYCLE , Bar with a squeezing horn , for all to see me ride . Training wheels to hold me up , for all to see me glide . A downhill slope full of fear , to test my metal's worth . A tumble here , My mother dear , she raised me from my birth. Now I walk up that very same hill , Knowing that she will cry . For now my bike no longer works, just like my silly pride !
Granny Janny H.,
Oct 28, 2009, 5:19PM EDT
Korak, Did you publish this as a post or just as a comment? I love it.
Korak 257,
Oct 28, 2009, 7:46PM EDT
it is a post..thank you !
Korak 257,
Aug 19, 2009, 12:42PM EDT
Windows Of The Bedridden ........ A picture frame of living things that move with'in the seasons, an ageless wonder of timeless gifts that make a picture favor . Rainny days will cleanse the pain of view of my sick behavior , a two way mirror to the outside world becomes a perfect savior . The dew fill leaves with flowered roots can bring my spirit higher. leaving me with higher hopes of even getting better . The autumn breezes with leaveless trees reaching for the heavens, covers the ground with pure white felt taking away my cravens . A sidewalk carries the mission of so many weary strangers , leaving the children to mere hop-scotch and putting them into danger. Cuts and bruises brings on a cry of mother shouting louder , then the streets become so empty making me a painful doubter . For GOD gave me a portrait living of things that's not so perfect, Now knowing that I am not alone while I close these worldly curtains !
Spencer T.,
May 5, 2009, 3:35AM EDT
Come Out And Play
The playground's bare not a soul wants to play busy watching TV on this crisp lovely day. Lets romp around a bit sniff lavender in the air lets play hop scotch if I promise to be fair. Come out and play I need your child-like wit as pure as mother's milk let's run, jump, laugh a bit. Get on the see saw I'll lift you up way high or ride the maypole like sailing in the sky. Let's romp around, enjoy the memories in style reach back to our youth play for a little while. Come out and play for a while let your heart relax, unfurl so we can revisit the times I was a boy and you a girl. The entire playground empty to my melancholy view a stage set for creations with pleasant thoughts of you. Del Cano 2004 September
Korak 257,
Sep 29, 2009, 9:01PM EDT
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