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Aug. 16th, 2007 @ 01:20 pm A 15 minute Poem
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It's been a while since I wrote anything and this was written whilst playing chess a couple nights ago. Enjoy (or not!)

Bruised Fruit

My love is like a red red rose
Nah bollox! Like everyone already knows
A strong love takes time and effort to develop
Like a fine wine I long for it to fill the brim of my cup

The seed from whence it might start
Could be a chance meeting at the mini mart
or down the pub with a mate
I leave to the gods and my fate

My heart lies deep inside akin to a juicy inviting fruit
Waiting for that special someone but often, them I do refute
Distrusting so many and shying away more and more
I feel damaged and bruised to the core
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Date:August 16th, 2007 06:56 pm (UTC)
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I like this!

Do you ever go back over the older poems you wrote and trace your own development? I can see how much you've come along from those early days...

My Moleskine beckons...
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Date:August 19th, 2007 11:56 pm (UTC)
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Don't really look back. The way forward is the future so why bother witht he past.
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Date:August 21st, 2007 06:27 pm (UTC)
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To see how you're progressing?