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Oct 22, 2008
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An Acrostic Attempt
Go ahead,
Reap what you sow,
And after wards
Not only your blessings will grow.
Dread not
People, places, and things;
And always treasure whatever
another day brings;
grateful is my heart
and so full is my soul,
in what once made me "hollow",
now I've been made whole.
Too bad about my yesterdays
If ever I could say,
My head bows down to what could've been
Even, come what may.
Say it isn't so,
that so different it would be,
however we partake of the fruit,
reaped solely from one tree.
everlastingly,
ever more.
— docmaverick, Oct 22, 2008
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Critiques
infinite_dwarf
17 years 7 months ago
umm
weirdelf
17 years 7 months ago
good poem,
weirdelf
17 years 7 months ago
oops, me dumb! Late onset dyslexia?
infinite_dwarf
17 years 7 months ago
Ahh
docmaverick
17 years 7 months ago
In my elation...