09-06-2007, 12:39 PM
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Join Date: Aug 2006
Location: OC CA
Posts: 675
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Re: Foyle Agrees To Terms With Orlando
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Ambivalence
I miss the cocks that shout out loud
Arise, arise you wretched sloth.
The day has dawned and passeth by
Dragging night's drape across the cloud.
I miss the beach, the sand that's pure.
The water that makes the land secure.
Its reef, a quilt with blinding hews,
Adorns the painted mystic view.
I miss the pain I ever hate
Whips and ropes, my haunting fate.
One does not only love the good,
But grows in disdain, misunderstood.
I miss the face of those trusted few.
Whose love was but a weakness too.
Home, illusion of bucolic paradise,
The rosy dew, and stinging lies.
Adonal Foyle
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his poems are very odd. you guys into this?
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