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Success is a person that you sit in front of your house for
But they never show up
And you decide, well...
It's probably warmer inside, anyway.
So you go inside and cry
Over someone you've never met before
While Failure comforts you
Tells you it's all ok
Like a friend loyal friend you really don't even like.
Jack the Ripper
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Linda Weischedel (10/30/2007 1:22:00 PM)
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Excellent poem J.T.R.
I liked it a lot, good job!
Always,
Linda
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Elya Thorn (6/4/2006 4:15:00 PM)
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Wow, very interesting poem, I loved it.
I loved the analogy, it's very original!
~~Elya Thorn~~
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