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The journey
Upon two aching feet I stand
Amidst the swirling, whirling, Sand
However firm is the truth I know
It can not save me form life%u2019s demand
Amidst the sands there is a Scrow
Upon death%u2019s journey he must go
Unwavering in his resolve he%u2019ll see
That the path he takes is one not slow
I will admit the path that be
Isn%u2019t one of importance to me
How ever upon this barren day
I must, I shall obey my Cree
In this land of lost decay
There my answer just might lay
Where from my quest I do not stray
Where from my quest I do not stray
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Comments
Dr Leo Says:
sigh no comments again
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inferno Says:
i really like it :)
you seem to be a great writer ^^
hmm, i don't know if you've noticed, but sheezy seems to mess up all '-s lately :S the best thing is to copy your text into notepad first, and then copy it here