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Wednesday, June 23, 2010

My Aim

It was a dark night
i could see the moon
far, far, far away.
Like a truck loaded with wood
coming from the west
i walk down salvation road.

I heard church bell somewhere......
i stop to think...
surely it will be midnight

Step by step
i started walking towards
my aim.

From a distance,
i could hear music.
i really don't mind
and i don't think i care.

To hell to whatever
as long as i get to my
bottle of bear.
ruth daodu
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wao......... nice flow... quit cool..... you are welcome, looking forward to read more of your poems
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