Posted by Bluesy Socrateaser on Mon Mar 02, 2009 4:00 am
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Dark grey granite
<br />Like weeds protrude
<br />Quiet in their solitude
<br />Pale white faces lay within
<br />Gold-capped teeth can only grin
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<br />Pant-legs flat where once were round
<br />Bone for lips can utter no sound
<br />Early we rise
<br />Later we fall
<br />Is the destiny of us all
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<br />Cling to love as love allows
<br />Honor those who share your vows
<br />For then as time claims you and I
<br />We will have loved
<br />Until we die
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