Noah
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ORIGINAL: BitaTruble Wretched blast of cold, crisp wind Beats the furrowed brow Touching shadowed, corpselike skin And wrinkled, darkened scowl. Such anger, unbeknownst to them Who seek a hollow laugh, Belittles man to syncopate A life such lived so well Horrid abjuration, unheeded far to oft Bellowed to that cold, crisp wind Is a sound so very lost. Now, I could just have said 'ditto', but, in the spirit and all ... ::grins:: I think anyone who is willing to put a piece of themselves out there for all the world to see has some kind of guts going on and that rocks regardless of whether such effort is appreciated by the masses. Celeste I'm sorry, Celeste, but "oft" is a hard limit I won't apologize for.
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