Wednesday, March 18, 2009

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What is love but an enemy to all that undergo its treacherous distress,
A disease that poisons the mind of an everlasting progress,
Why must we experience a spiteful sentiment that only breaks us down with tears?
Making everything you once believed it nothing as it appears,
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Beth A 19 March 2009

I really like this poem, it's so good! !

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Ameera Aidrus 18 March 2009

fabulous piece....!

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