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this is a poem i wrote hope you like more to come
going to be changed People don't take much notice They think she is sick So all they see is the empty chair Not the fact of what I did The ice was never there before The tree was a spawn of death
Tags: wish, tree, death
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The account of the endangered Californian Condor's
, The third year has come; I will be released, To search for what lived, now deceased, To mate and spawn, free to rule the sky, Pass this tale to my children before I die. Jeffrey Douglas
Tags: Jeffrey Douglas DeCristofaro © 2009, poetry, natur
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of what I did The ice was never there before The tree was a spawn of death Life of my friend is gone forever Looking at the careless faces All laughing and enjoying themselves None taking notice
Tags: poetry, poem
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A suppositional story of how Satan and his angels
! I think You wanted to punish them, and so You did. Then there is the matter of Cain, the first spawn of Adam and Eve, who walked side by side with Molech willingly. The man was filled with hatred
Tags: short, story
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