Monday, July 11, 2016

Poem Number 1000 - Part One: It Has No Name Comments

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Wings of purest silver, halo of gold;
Stand and I will deliver, for a soul I require a soul.
Forever rolling fields of the green, green grass of home;
A clone never feels alone, in a world full of clones.
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