Awoke in the garden and sort of fell on the paper, must have been thinking about something when I dropped off.
Love of life
Hath hope deserted thee
Would'st thou have
But toil and strife
Or shackled not and free
Doth hope not lie
In darkness deep
Or err within a dream
What manner of man
Would chooseth not
A smile before a scream.
Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2007-06-11 at 09:46
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A smile For Hope.
Wherefore art thouLove of life
Hath hope deserted thee
Would'st thou have
But toil and strife
Or shackled not and free
Doth hope not lie
In darkness deep
Or err within a dream
What manner of man
Would chooseth not
A smile before a scream.
Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2007-06-11 at 09:46
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