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Mike S.

Updated: Sun, 15 May 2011 09:29 pm

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AND NEXT TONIGHT My cowardice astounds me In the face of certain death, When maybe she's the best of friends For those in pain and short of breath Who count the sighs til morphine drip Is once again replaced at noon And muffled cries the silence rip And life remains forever, Sundered.

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Pete Crompton

Fri 17th Apr 2009 01:02

Hi Mike, thanks for reading my poem about the egg. Peter.

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