Friday, March 4, 2005

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My life is riderless,
Of prophesy it is bare.
Green meadows turn to bog,
The gallop succumbs to the mire.
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Alexa Greenwood
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Renee Lewis 30 March 2005

love poems that when i'm through reading, i want to read them again. there are so many styles to writing, but i love poetry that weave their words to convey a thought and they compell you to see what meanings in them you can discover...thanks, renee

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