12-05-2007, 11:02 PM
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The "Mystic" Poet
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The Road
the road
The scattered glass pieces,
The used old needles,
Around to hurt me.
the papers and garbage,
The cracks and mold,
Making it less attractive.
All covered with thick smoke,
And toxic waster everywhere,
Sending shivers down my spine.
I feel ligt-headed as i walked.
With the smell of vomit and filth in my path.
I don't know where i'm heading.
I don't know how long it will take me.
but I feel I will accomplish something,
that will change my life,
when I reach the end.
copyright fsully 2002
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the "mystic" one
you can't spend ypur life swimming in the shallow end of the pool. pretty soon you hae to try the deep end.
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