April 19, 2009
By caseeywasliikeex SILVER, Long Beach, New York
caseeywasliikeex SILVER, Long Beach, New York
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Typical summers wash away your worries.
Everything's a party as long as we're here.
We often forget that the worst could still happen.
And our fantasy fun could disappear in a second.

And soon enough, catastrophe appears.
No one is ready.
No one expects it.
All the nights we spent in our glory are now spent in sorrow.

We've burned out like a candle.
The smoke decendes and soon is left with out a trace.
But the memories are still there.
They are never forgotten.
Too harsh to pass by.

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on Jun. 5 2009 at 8:09 pm
E.L.W. PLATINUM, Glen Allen, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels.
The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes -
the ones who see things differently.
They're not fond of rules and they have no respect for the status quo.
They push the human race forward.

What is the catastrophe? While mystery is used in lots of poetry, some meaning ought to be clear to the reader.

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