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American Dreams

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The past,
memories called tears;
understandings
as old as rocks,
cold and hard.

Immortal as Gods
the ghosts of freedom
have penetrated
our lusts and desires;

twisting our hopes
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Agata Konopka 07 February 2005

What can I say it's the American Dream...

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Sandra Osborne 08 December 2004

Yes, this was written @ 1982. It is one of the earliest ones that I have posted.

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Herbert Nehrlich1 08 December 2004

Very good! Am I wrong in assuming that this was not created recently? You are saying something and saying it well. H

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