COLD COMFORT

Started by tmega, February 23, 2006, 05:13:41 PM

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February 23, 2006, 05:13:41 PM
A bed for my weary head,
grub for my empty guts
were all i asked of him
but the man gave me words.
'patience child, it is well'.
words that are true yet empty
for my head still needs a bed
and my guts remain empty,
words cannot fill them up.

Fulani Poet

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June 16, 2006, 05:58:48 PM
Wow! Wonderful poetry tmega! Will post a full comment later.
haring my life in simple poems
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