ConstructA Poem by RogueStream of Thought
Watching the time
Pass on by, you are not Wanted to run wild and free in the World wide peace might just be a Dream of you and your wild, brown Hair balls and litter on the Floor to ceiling windows covered to Hide the pain that you are Feeling around blindly in the Dark days ahead provide Cold comfort indeed to the Masses of paperwork to get Through trying to make sense of it all © 2013 RogueAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on April 29, 2013 Last Updated on April 29, 2013 AuthorRogueAboutWhat can I say? I enjoy writing. Although I dabble in several different genres, I eventually end up back in the realm of Horror. Both pointing out the every day disguised "Monsters" among us and cre.. more..Writing
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