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So wish me luck my friends goodbye



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Thu Aug 04, 2005 2:42 am
Rincewind says...



The strange logic in your clumsiest line
stayed emblazoned on my mind
break up the family
and lets begin to live our lives
I went to see all my friends tonight
it wasnt Youth, it wasnt Life
born Old, sadly wise
resigned (well, we were)
to ending our lives

Im so glad to grow older
to move away from those awful times
I want to see all my friends tonight

Yes you found love but you werent
at peace with your life
home late, full of Hate
despise the ties that bind

oh Im so glad to grow older
to move away from those younger years
now Im in love for the first time
and I dont feel bad
Let me see all my old friends
let me put my arms around them
because I really do love them
now, does that sound mad?

Captain of games, solid framed
I stood on the touchline
hailstones, driven home
in his car-no brakes? i dont mind

Im so glad to grow older
to move away from those darker years
Im in love for the first time
and I dont feel bad
so wish me luck my friends
goodbye
~The bandit’s body slumped to the ground, knees hitting first,followed by the rest.His dead weight pushed dust into the air in a swirling cloud.The blood flowed from his head,splicing like river canals,delaying slightly on pebbles before flowing on through the street.~
  





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Fri Aug 05, 2005 9:02 pm
emotion_less says...



It seemed sort of repetitive at times, though they weren't really repeating anything at all... There's something about this that I didn't really liked, yet I liked it at the same time... Good job, I suppose.
  





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Sat Aug 06, 2005 6:23 am
antigone says...



The poem was pretty good but I really really loved the title. I suppose you meant to do this but all the Ims without apostrophes were a little annoying. I liked the first stanza best.
Siempre, siempre: jardin de mi agonia,
tu cuerpo fugitivo para siempre,
la sangre de tus venas en mi boca,
tu boca ya sin luz para mi muerte.

-From 'Del amor imprevisto', Federico Garcia Lorca
  





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Mon Aug 08, 2005 12:05 am
Rincewind says...



Thanks then, I suppose.
The forgotten apostraphes weren't on purpose. Weird that it annoyed you.
Thanks for your input.
~The bandit’s body slumped to the ground, knees hitting first,followed by the rest.His dead weight pushed dust into the air in a swirling cloud.The blood flowed from his head,splicing like river canals,delaying slightly on pebbles before flowing on through the street.~
  








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