wilsonbob
Posts: 50
Joined: 7/29/2008
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God I feel my fate A peon frantically fighting for space All calm of connectedness quashed, effaced, A shivering sheep from the fold displaced. I dream Of a distant shore, So alien to alienation's gore, Unranked, undivided it pours The fragrance of a world restored. Islands We are often like Rugged, some full of spice But separate, Please bring to light... Beneath the water We're holding hands, tight.
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