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By .:side:walk:. •

voices from many different places screaming with joy and laughter of their own new found prosperity Seeing these each of one are holding, telling each other stories of wonderful time not having one, i want to bury myself under blankets till the voices and faces go away Just to give up on hope thinking I might live that day, but to many tries have teared apart There is no such happiness that could revolve around me once had grown, but not enough to live and see it's stem grow longer; thought it's now forbidden under true reasons my thoughts can't make great probability happen while I see others go further with their optimism voices from many different places bursting with positivity around others silence around where I hide picking up the peices of the extinct happines, that once lived here © since 2007 - 2008 and present

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January 24, 2007 16:11 ~~~~GLOSTARG~~~~

I like this poem. It seems like would be a good way to describe all the voices that are voiced on this poem website too! Good Job.Keep writing! glo

January 24, 2007 16:14 ~~~~GLOSTARG~~~~

a thought.. and a song: "Reach out and Touch Somebody's Hand, Make this World a Better Place ...If You Can! God Bless You! Glo

January 25, 2007 00:51.:side:walk:.

Thank you Glo; I appreciate your comments very, very much! ^_^

January 27, 2007 04:22FarmGirl

tats a nice poem. and thanx for da comments