Guest guest Posted October 10, 2005 Report Share Posted October 10, 2005 People, they are dying by the tens of thousands by numbers and placements of gravity and grave times in tombs and who will roll away the stones of reality and disembark the ships lined with sardines of poverty and ghosts dancing in the back pockets of those who care not. 'tis a song heard in too often and a meager-ness, and petti-ness and paltry unasked for pity, lining streets and hearts who ask not why nature is harnessed and there are those who walk amoungst us tall, noble and lined with gold and attitudes of what's in it for me? peace, ana Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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