Everything's been writtenA Poem by copperconan
young man outside the book store looked like he lost his only friend the owner opened up the door said "why don’t you come on in" young man looked at many books and finally turned around he said "everything’s been written I might as well leave town .. From a back room came a garment no face or eyes were seen just a voice from a distant past with wisdom sharp and keen everything’s been written when the last star leaves the skies Everything’s been written when the last loving mother dies take the quill here from my hand steps you take will be your ink your passion , dreams , and fantasies will take you to the writers brink © 2009 copperconan |
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1 Review Added on February 3, 2009 Authorcopperconanwalled lake, MIAbout54 years old ,, enjoy writing short lyrics . poems believe in God strongly love dogs (hunting hounds ) love trading lies beside late night campfire while catfishing more..Writing
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