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Subject: .poor puppy, so lost, so small.

Author:
Abracham

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Date Posted: 08:53:07 02/14/04 Sat

His eyes they closed
and his last breath spoke
he had seen all to be seen
a life once full now an empty vase
wilt the blossums on his early grave

walk away me boys
walk away me boys
and by morning we'll be free
wipe that golden tear from your mother dear
and raise what's left of the flag for me
then the rosary beads count them 1 2 3
fell apart as they hit the floor
in a garb of black
we must pay respect
to the color we were born to mourn

In its place grew an angry festered wound
full of hatered and remourse
where I pick and scratch till the blood it matched
silent rage that now fills my lungs
for there are many ways to kill a man they say
with bayonet, axe or sword
but son a bullet fired
from a shapeless guise
just put the shell of a Thompson gun

from the east out to the western shore
where many men and many more will fall
but no angel flys with me tonight
though freedom reigns on all
and curse the name for which
we slaved our days
so every men chose Kingdom Come
But sure as night turns day
it's the passion play
oh my god
what have they done
with madmen rage
well the dogged craze
but the dead rise again you fools

.Small 8 week old pup stumbles into the alley. .He was shining, though he trembled in fear of this place his mother had told him never to go. .He had goten lost in the park, tearful and mourning the death of his grandfather, he hadn't payed attention and somehow he'd ended up here. .He tries hard not to whimper. .Dark blue eyes, still wet from dogish tears, dart around nervously, tail tucked tight between his rear legs he crouches low the the ground.

walk away me boy
walk away me boys
and by morning we'll be free
wipe that golden tear
from your mother dear
and raise what's left
of the flag for me

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Subject	Author	Date
(.Black Cat Crossing Your Path.)	NeeChee	10:04:27 02/14/04 Sat
.wipe that golden tear from your mother dear. -- Bram, 11:30:03 02/15/04 Sun (.Crying is for weaklings puppy dog.) -- NeeChee, 17:09:30 02/15/04 Sun :.:Though My Soul May Set In Darkness:.: -- Ruriko, 01:01:06 02/16/04 Mon -Role The Dice- -- Bram, 21:25:59 02/17/04 Tue