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Sep 17, 2007
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The lost fortress of happy
There is this place inside me
A strange spot to go
When others come to visit
They catch quite a show
I can’t draw you a map
The doctor has the day off
But it is uncomfortable
Like turn your head and cough
Wall’s tall as Paul
Bunyan’s axe can’t bust em’
Waiting outside the gates
Something I am accustomed
Can’t get there by myself
Tried to cut a path once so I could return
So long between trips
The path is over grown; or completely burned
Wishing that I could stay
Knowing that I can’t
Places to see, and people to be
Thanks for listening to this rant
— Frost Smith, Sep 17, 2007
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Critiques
Bosspoet
18 years 8 months ago
Those walls
IKnowNoBox
18 years 8 months ago
I really must get my "studio"picture on here...
Quillsvein1
18 years 8 months ago
an
Tuttey
18 years 8 months ago
Strange this place!
Eveliina
18 years 8 months ago
Very moving
Sirens Serenade
18 years 3 months ago
Shadows
Frost Smith
18 years 3 months ago
Sirens Serenade...
Rett
18 years ago
Lost Fortress of happy.
Frost Smith
18 years ago
Rett ...
Barbara Writes
18 years ago
Beautiful well written rant
Frost Smith
18 years ago
Barbara Writes...