Insert Title Here, by Whirlwynd
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Notes - Riddle-poem I wrote back in '01 - what is it?
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A plume of metal, silver and gold
A relief for some to see
My teeth are sharp and always bared
I'll be the one to take you home
I can be a maze with no end sometimes
Yet without me, you'd be lost
I am the way out, that simple code
That you keep close and in secret
But so many times you just throw me aside
I fall in the cracks of your world
Like a dusty penny - don't you care?
No, just turn to my newborn twin
You might think of me again
In desperation, in useless reflection
But in that minute, you can't reach me
And I won't come running to help |
Posted: 2005-10-19 01:01:52 UTC |
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