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I once had a dream and it was this,
No woman or man made a fist,
Guns were put away,
left to rust in the day,
Danger was changed to garden,
All hearts were free to sing,
no man could ever be king.
Then I awoke the next morning,
and went to war again.
Comments
Thursday, 01 March 2007 00:26
Hmm...strangely enough, this said "Book" to me. The description of the dream, followed by the waking world action of going to war again, feels like something a pre-Southdown Abbey Book would have thought as he did whatever he did for the Alliance. Better world and all that;D
BEB
BEB
MARCHINGBAND
Thursday, 01 March 2007 00:35
I never really liked Book's character, but I liked this poem so I'll let it slip ')
Friday, 02 March 2007 20:07
oh my great Serenity! this poem speaks so truely in such a little amount of words, peace out ;D
MARCHINGBAND
Sunday, 04 March 2007 12:31
yeah I have a tendency to sumorize, which isn't usually a good thing, pity me ;D
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