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Post by Dunstan Attard on Jun 26, 2012 2:19:01 GMT -5
This time When you go away Find your point of departure On the side of a cliff And build a small heap of stone Then leave from a heap of stone To where you will never return;
In a few days The rain carries the stones down into the valley And nothing remains Of your burning emotion That took you away.
And when you return You will find no where to stay Because everything has become an abandoned silence That does not recognize past recriminations Or give a damn about them
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Post by Don Schaeffer on Jun 26, 2012 8:26:09 GMT -5
You poor boy. Sounds pretty bitter. Anyway, should we pronounce this forum Moribund or is it Dead?
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