a poem Backyard Bummer  

Lucky80550 47M
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12/18/2005 10:16 am

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a poem Backyard Bummer


alone by a fire, I sat staring one night cold winds grasping the hurrying flames reflections of chrome were glistening bright, At the moment remembrance came solemnly in a clutttered mind twenty years gone, a memory to find, In the stillness and in darkness I'm aware of my strife and death speaks in murmurings,mysterious murmurings of life,a feeling a chill I heard a voices that cried "get off your dead ass, there's a party inside!"

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