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Post by DavidMc on Feb 4, 2007 18:05:14 GMT -6
Sand CastleI built my castle grain on grain all the day upon the sand with the laughing heart of a child at play Then as the sun began to wane waves smashed away my castle grain by grain Tomorrow I returned and built my castle stronger still as deep inside me false ambition burned So I roared inanely at the spume until the ebb-tide turned
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Post by anirbas on Feb 4, 2007 20:58:53 GMT -6
Inane, this poem isn't... Epigramatically beautiful, it is...
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Post by DavidMc on Feb 6, 2007 16:48:20 GMT -6
Thank you dear one. Love, David
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Post by anirbas on Feb 15, 2007 19:41:18 GMT -6
;D
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