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Frances May

Wales, the land of sheep and strange accents
Frances May
Wales, the land of sheep and strange accents
Thursday, May 15, 2008

Forts And Fortresses

Forts and fortresses,
tables and turnstiles.

We're running miles and miles
towards a goal
that we cannot see.

We're heading for eternity.

but soon it'll all just fade away,
with the dewdrops of today.

Set on winning the marathon
instead of running the race.
Applying toxic make-up to our World's face.
We're beating the ages
by cutting down more trees

We'll never make it

to eternity
Frances May
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COMMENTS
Samuel Pennell 01 January 2009
Fantastic! I really love this poem, you are truly gifted!
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