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| Wednesday 20 August, 2008 |
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Words Again....
The words once so fondly your own let loose, remain no more yours alone out of the cozy shaft they tremble a moment aside, gather pace after aft' and travel far and wide Many a shore they seek to reach at the journey's end, loved by some far more minds they beseech Many a heart they merrily rip apart but with what innocence at the start Bereft of all the powers once borne you look on , so woebegone If only you could shackle them these wanton words, one and all never to lose sights again forever your own to rein and always at your beck and call
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