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Thu 20 Dec, 2007 04:52 am
I keep the pass on bright light
Children walk back to back
keeping the tone of might
facing none they fear no flak
One to see is one to fear
turn and look nieghbors are here
Kick and punch they will fight
not to win, For the fight
to much bright I ve lost my sight
adults work fax to fax
reach for skies i have no height
Now i have no back.
I like your poem.
It could be stronger in the voice department and the more description department, but its nice.
And I think it can get better.
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