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The Lines Of Time
I have books full of pages that are tattered and torn upon them the words I've written are faded and worn Reminders of my hopes and dreams and distant fading memories Opening windows into my frame of mind and opinions I've formed through out time Deep dark horrifying dreams and alluring fantasys My life lies upon these pages Like the lines upon my face that as I'm ageing Take thier place |
Nice poem, short and sweet, to the point. Glad to see new members posting up,keep dropping.1
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