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Post by Snoopy on Sept 25, 2010 12:03:48 GMT
The sand dunes slumber
In the hot summer sun
As the surf pounds in
Hillocks of water
Lifting and flexing
In the wind.
The roar of the ocean
Speaks of the untamed
Power of Mother Nature
And I gaze out
Not knowing where
I am going in life.
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Post by Edna Sweetlove on Sept 27, 2010 23:55:03 GMT
This is sloppy garbage.
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Post by lardydar on Oct 22, 2010 12:51:27 GMT
Harsh Edna. We've all felt that bewildering sense of loss at some point. Not usually on a beach though. Well, not the kind of beach I usually frequent.
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Post by Edna Sweetlove on Oct 22, 2010 15:09:21 GMT
Yes, I know it was harsh. Mais c'est pour encourager les autres.
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Post by lardydar on Oct 28, 2010 14:33:27 GMT
And encourage les autres it did.
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Post by Sir Gennady Kangarov on Oct 31, 2010 17:47:41 GMT
Very beautiful. I appluad this much. You should read Pushkin. What a guy.
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Post by Rabbi Sammy Schtupp on Dec 6, 2010 17:25:41 GMT
What a nice poem. This uplifted me.
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Post by spamheid on Dec 7, 2010 22:06:51 GMT
I think Bollocks of water would be better.
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