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DownTheSky
Senior member
Then you get cancer.
Possessed Freak
Diamond Member
Except for AToT
Who posts more than most.
Who posts more than most.
DownTheSky
Senior member
As years go by we get richer
Richer in memories
Richer in friends
Richer in people with whom lives we blend
Our savings get bigger and bigger
Yet our vaults can store only so much
We tend to forget.
Some banks get old, some get robbed
Some lose interest, few get closed
We try to save as much as we can until the end
This is horseshit. Is this for a school homework or something? Because I can't think of any other crap who would make you post this.
SlitheryDee
Lifer
And one day we know we are rich with the years
because the laughter of children will fall on our ears
We'll raise our old head that has seen too many dawns
and profess to the heavens "Get off my Lawn!"
because the laughter of children will fall on our ears
We'll raise our old head that has seen too many dawns
and profess to the heavens "Get off my Lawn!"
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Dirigible
Diamond Member
Take note, OP. you're not going to do well if you can't even spell "pome" correctly.
JulesMaximus
No Lifer
and die
disappoint
Lifer
disappoint
Lifer
IGBT
Lifer
DownTheSky
Senior member
Alright, time to finish this fucking thing. I'm going to use everything in this thread.
Age is the wage
We earn while we learn
a vast and vague memory of
friends, to the end
and lost days
a haze of beautiful silence.
and heavy winds,
that would break my back, if only they could.
and daggers, dull and sharp
that would end me,
if they only would.
That's as far as I could get.
Age is the wage
We earn while we learn
a vast and vague memory of
friends, to the end
and lost days
a haze of beautiful silence.
and heavy winds,
that would break my back, if only they could.
and daggers, dull and sharp
that would end me,
if they only would.
That's as far as I could get.
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