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Pain XIX (02/13/06)
Hi. I like your site it's cool. I added u as a friend. I made and poem so, I hope u like it.
When I am dead and I am gone, do not mourn me
very long. I will be back , you can be sure,
in power; unadulterated; pure. I am the wind
whipping the trees, I am the waves molding the
seas, I am the howl of wolves untame, I am the
hail, I am the rain. And if you'd like to have a try
at stopping my unearthly cry do not bother, you
won't last and you'll be buried in the past. When
I am dead and I am gone, do not mourn me very
long I will be back, you can be sure, in power;
unadulterated; pure. I am the banshee's wild
scream, I am the babble of the streams, from
nature's dust I have arose, and back to dust I soon
will go.
Peace. Love. Chicken.
~Jen
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