poem poetry

Italy
March 4, 2007 1:25pm CST
barn owl o pigs murders, what would you like to be? i'm joke you:P Tis not the swaying frame we miss - It is the steadfast Heart, That had it beat a thousand years, With Love alone had bent - It's fervor the electric Oar, That bore it through the Tomb Ourselves, denied the privilege, Consolelessly presume. What do you think about it?
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