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Hidden under the rock was I,
The waves nearby crashed, they splashed and played against the rock,
Each individual wave, a tiny finger, looking, searching for a way in,
Ever so often finding crack here, a crack there, dousing me with
Fearful water, chilling me to the very bones that carved my little

Hours went by, Days it seemed,
Drip! Drip! Drip! The maddening sound a scourge unto my ears, the water
The very essence of my seemingly endless desolation or edification as it may be,
And there I stood, sometimes cringing, sometimes standing firm; Drip! Drip!
Yet it was my duty, I had to stay, I needed to stay, for I was humanity’s

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LovelyDuckling said...
May 23, 2012 at 2:07 pm
wonderfull job! keep up the good workL)mind checking out my poem 'those things that never were'?
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