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5 May, 2003
Author: Barbara Goodhew
When i was strong,
we got along.
now I'm weak,
we don't speak.
they say the strong will
survive.
i did survive, and I'm alive.
you say you have a busy life,
just don't forget the ones
that gave you life.
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| everett (66.138.28.4) -- Tuesday, May 6 2003, 06:57 pm great poem! it was short yet it said alot |
| LinzAy (205.188.209.78) -- Tuesday, May 6 2003, 07:02 pm Good one Barb!!! |
| barb (66.46.230.68) -- Tuesday, May 6 2003, 07:44 pm my writings show my feelings short but to the point.Thanks alot for your nice comments. |
| Capricorn (62.30.217.106) -- Wednesday, May 7 2003, 02:13 am A short poem full of hidden depths! I hear what you are saying here, but feel there are so many emotions just hinted at.I really enjoyed this one, Barb |
| fartyboy (24.46.111.18) -- Wednesday, October 15 2003, 10:57 pm like ok i guesse ... |
| dont mess (24.46.111.18) -- Wednesday, October 15 2003, 10:58 pm SHORT BUT SWEET DAWG |
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