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My souls new role

My souls new role

Twisted thoughts
Their way they bought
Into my mind
Their way they find
Ever so cruel
Turn the wise to a fool
Letting them in
Would be a sin
But I have my own spite
And with that I fight
The thoughts are pessimistic
So I'll be optimistic
So my soul can return to realistic

◄ This is what friends are about

Poetry is like marriage ►

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<Deleted User> (6895)

Fri 4th Mar 2011 17:51

a nice topsy-turvy poem that works out well in the end-thanks.x

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