Disruption Without Proof

October 10, 2008
By julz27 SILVER, Quitman, Texas
julz27 SILVER, Quitman, Texas
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His face I trust is beautiful,
His mouth not a dog on a chain,
Nor a free running wolf,
Just refined and plain;
His love is his nature,
Most common to him;
Refraining is suffering,
Rather losing a limb.
Though height not a problem,
His resolve is short
Intelligence stately,
His thoughts have no port.
His hairs are straight ribbons,
Never tied in a bow.
His fingers are markers,
Touching white as they go.



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wrote~it said...
on Jan. 28 2009 at 12:45 am
Ha, i just figured out I misspelled Discription - crap


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