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 Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 7:11 pm
It is called Hearts Journy.
Judged by a heart of gold,
Old and wary fortunes untold,
A golden heart with some rust,
But to let you pass do what you must,
As your gold heart unfolds,
Pay respect to those of old,
As your dreams turn to dust,
By getting rid of old lust,
Wisdom untold resides in you,
Don’t let gold turn to blue,
To thine own self be true…
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 7:12 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 7:13 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 4:00 pm
i liked it, i like poems that rhyme i give it a 8/10 3nodding
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