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The Hidden Dark
Hark!
the song
all night long
of birds caress
deep where the hearts belong
found a hidden note of distress
a forlorn loneliness they would suppress
the shadow befallen the cries of a lark
such sadness that they would never confess
so haunted by their sweet mistress
a shade that knows its wrong
under duress
sound the gong
for long
dark.
2:32 PM - 2/1/2008 -
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I love it! But I'm going off topic about your comment. I hate to say that I often say to my kids..."I can see why some parents.." Isn't an excuse, but maybe it's a reason. It's the people who don't like kids and have them anyway and then abuse them that are the problems. The ones who recognize that kids aren't for them are the intelligent, responsible ones!
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