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The Long Lost Book of Days
Long lasting overtures
Standing by the tour
Being Pure
Till you just cant stand it no more
We can't plan your future
You've gotta be pure
Rituals have taken place
Indians scattered everywhere
In the moonlight desert
Running, Rushing in your head
Can't sleep in your bed
Can't even speak
The man ruined everything
He will continue to till the day you die
The ritual ended
The Indians have returned to their graves
Everything is gone
Where is you to go now
Standing by the tour
Being Pure
Till you just cant stand it no more
We can't plan your future
You've gotta be pure
Rituals have taken place
Indians scattered everywhere
In the moonlight desert
Running, Rushing in your head
Can't sleep in your bed
Can't even speak
The man ruined everything
He will continue to till the day you die
The ritual ended
The Indians have returned to their graves
Everything is gone
Where is you to go now
Published 26th Jan 2013
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Anonymous
26th Jan 2013 5:58am
Lovely poem, J.
Particularly dig the inspiration behind your theme, can feel the conviction.....
Welcome to this cool site!
Hope you gonna have loads of fun....
Small observation, if I may.
*Till you just cant stand it no more
(Apostrophe needed in this line, maybe.....?)
And last line.....? Is it intended to be so?
Pen on, poet :-)
Thanks for sharing.
Cheers
Tidespotter
Particularly dig the inspiration behind your theme, can feel the conviction.....
Welcome to this cool site!
Hope you gonna have loads of fun....
Small observation, if I may.
*Till you just cant stand it no more
(Apostrophe needed in this line, maybe.....?)
And last line.....? Is it intended to be so?
Pen on, poet :-)
Thanks for sharing.
Cheers
Tidespotter
