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JMSmith

  • Poetry » Narrative, General Re: The Saviour Of Dust

    Wow. It's very difficult, for me at least, to write a poem like a story and keep it with correct syllables and rhymes which you did pretty well. I noticed ...

    Feb 19, 2009


Remember when dad's shoulders were the highest place on earth and your mom was your hero? Race issues were about who ran the fastest, war was only a car game. The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and good byes only meant tomorrow? And we couldn't wait to grow up.
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