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Dec 01, 2009
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The Word
The Word
Pluck the word of conscience
and wait until ignition
Steal from the word of crime
so give to some a mission
Would spying on the word sight
lead us to a vision
Taken only the word of god
not ever true contrition
Now hear the word of a leader
say, sow no more seed
Bring out the word of knight
stand it by noble deed
Then finds a word like social
to mark us to our creed
Trite is the word of king
highest point of greed
Then clutch a word like move
to help us reach our goal
To trace a word like mile
can have a pricey toll
Or the simple word of honour
then most will seek control
Only the word of honest men
has use of, the true soul
— Roscoe Lane, Dec 01, 2009
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Critiques
weirdelf
16 years 5 months ago
Don't know how this got missed,
Roscoe Lane
16 years 5 months ago
Not sure