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The Lid on the Ocean
At top of a mountain with the world at her feet,
She strived for dominance with grit and no fear of defeat;
Her lovely intelligence propped up with fanfare
Served to destroy a past that was bare;
With the coming trees and pastures of gold,
She was no longer reminded of the troubles of old;
A foot on the ground kicked at the sand;
Comfotable lips separated as she ran. |
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Posted by joshfarris on 2008-02-16 20:55:47 | Rating: | Views: 21
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