The moon does call me by name to play,
the children of the night for it's pain.
Lead me on this torched path astray,
in the need of my freedom in champagne.
In a list
A contest entry
- Trying Hard Not To Fall or ... Love is Falling apart by piccola.
600 points, ended September 19, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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your poem is the first that has rhymed and been in the 32 words as asked for
good luck in the contest. -
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that's okay ... let me be the judge. Only those that have followed the rules have any chance to win and they will know why.
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Thank you, I do try to read the rules. lol sometimes I have a hard time following rules but you know.
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