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MAKE A POEM ABOUT LIFE
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River by ; J a n e Slowly streams the steady brook Quickening to the river Inconsistent, flooding full Hesitant sends a shiver Steady she does find a path A watercourse that quiver She flows and breaks Carving rock and stone Water trees, beasts at drink Rusting that which blacksmith hones Bitten is wood and iron Wasting ancient, hollow bones Swiftly she must make a choice When forced upon a split A fork, one truer than the rest Which has not yet been writ She loses part of her being For death lay within a shallow pit
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符小翔弟弟： One more anti-hero worship from the depths of some enigmatic fool that left the suburbs for the open fields of post modern flight from hell. No, not from the quakes or the rumblings of racism, that stench we all tend to want to get rid of, but the fact that there were just too many things wrong. So off I went to the last journey of my youth, through the pubs and alleys of Los Angeles that served many nights of reckless talk and the establishment be damned. There goes Happy House, Scream and all those open up at 10 pm party houses, where you paid 5 bucks to drink yourself to life, and walk out Saturday morning at 6 am like the kind demons we were. And dance the pain that we had kept for the week and wonder what 30 would be like and if the Virgin Prunes were right about "If I die I die". But then, that love in your soul the one that makes you write and pour out those false indignities that caress your heart and mind for after all we've been through stars have their moments and then they die. 幫主．．．．．．|||||Once a long a time ,a cow go to die|||||Our lives are a poem.
MAKE A POEM ABOUT LIFE
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River by ; J a n e Slowly streams the steady brook Quickening to the river Inconsistent, flooding full Hesitant sends a shiver Steady she does find a path A watercourse that quiver She flows and breaks Carving rock and stone Water trees, beasts at drink Rusting that which blacksmith hones Bitten is wood and iron Wasting ancient, hollow bones Swiftly she must make a choice When forced upon a split A fork, one truer than the rest Which has not yet been writ She loses part of her being For death lay within a shallow pit
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符小翔弟弟： One more anti-hero worship from the depths of some enigmatic fool that left the suburbs for the open fields of post modern flight from hell. No, not from the quakes or the rumblings of racism, that stench we all tend to want to get rid of, but the fact that there were just too many things wrong. So off I went to the last journey of my youth, through the pubs and alleys of Los Angeles that served many nights of reckless talk and the establishment be damned. There goes Happy House, Scream and all those open up at 10 pm party houses, where you paid 5 bucks to drink yourself to life, and walk out Saturday morning at 6 am like the kind demons we were. And dance the pain that we had kept for the week and wonder what 30 would be like and if the Virgin Prunes were right about "If I die I die". But then, that love in your soul the one that makes you write and pour out those false indignities that caress your heart and mind for after all we've been through stars have their moments and then they die. 幫主．．．．．．|||||Once a long a time ,a cow go to die|||||Our lives are a poem.
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