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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2005 12:55 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2005 12:55 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2005 12:56 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2005 12:56 pm
i lose..what is ur sig from? i like that.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2005 12:57 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2005 12:57 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2005 12:58 pm
It is part of an anonymous poem
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2005 12:58 pm
its...well i dont know if its nice, but i do like it
post 2003
i lose
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2005 12:59 pm
The lantern bearer lights the way,
for those who no more seize the day.
Blind eyes peer out from every head,
that crowds the carriage of the dead.
Not crown nor coin can halt time's flight,
or stay the armies of the night.
King and villain, lad and lass,
all answer to the hour glass.
A miser thought to keep his gold,
as sheild against the coming cold.
But what cared death for mortal gains?
He smiled upon the miser's pains.
Her hour had come,
his mother smiled,
and sighed beside her infant child.
But he too answered the curse,
and found himself an older nurse.
A gentle hand will help the dead,
to find the way to their last bed.
Who engineers the mortal's end,
will tell you he is man's best friend.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2005 1:00 pm
I lose. I like that verse because it is true but most people don't seem to grasp that concept
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2005 1:01 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2005 1:02 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2005 1:03 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2005 1:04 pm
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