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Poetry
By BCS248 GOLD
Calgary, Other

verse; why do we car for the trails of this world why do place our faith in the ones around us why seek out comfort from those who do not care why set ourselves up for loss whe...
BCS248 GOLD, Calgary, Other
12 articles 2 photos 6 comments

SlippedFromSanity PLATINUM, Aleppo, Other
45 articles 0 photos 15 comments
Poetry
By videotaped GOLD
Geneva, New York
videotaped GOLD, Geneva, New York
19 articles 18 photos 14 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Hope and Memory have one daughter and her name is Art, and she has built her dwelling far from the desperate field where men hang out their garments upon forked boughs to be banners of battle. O beloved daughter of Hope and Memory, be with me for a little.&quot;<br /> - The Celtic Twilight, W. B. Yeats

SlippedFromSanity PLATINUM, Aleppo, Other
45 articles 0 photos 15 comments
PrincessLena ELITE, Orlando, Florida
116 articles 0 photos 14 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful what we pretend to be&quot; - Kurt Vonnegut

SlippedFromSanity PLATINUM, Aleppo, Other
45 articles 0 photos 15 comments
Poetry
By videotaped GOLD
Geneva, New York
videotaped GOLD, Geneva, New York
19 articles 18 photos 14 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Hope and Memory have one daughter and her name is Art, and she has built her dwelling far from the desperate field where men hang out their garments upon forked boughs to be banners of battle. O beloved daughter of Hope and Memory, be with me for a little.&quot;<br /> - The Celtic Twilight, W. B. Yeats

Poetry
By Vanna-Rae GOLD
Bixby, Oklahoma
Vanna-Rae GOLD, Bixby, Oklahoma
19 articles 0 photos 11 comments

Favorite Quote:
To the well organized mind death is the next greatest adventure.

Poetry
By videotaped GOLD
Geneva, New York
videotaped GOLD, Geneva, New York
19 articles 18 photos 14 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Hope and Memory have one daughter and her name is Art, and she has built her dwelling far from the desperate field where men hang out their garments upon forked boughs to be banners of battle. O beloved daughter of Hope and Memory, be with me for a little.&quot;<br /> - The Celtic Twilight, W. B. Yeats

SlippedFromSanity PLATINUM, Aleppo, Other
45 articles 0 photos 15 comments