Greenhand
Peasant
Truth Seer
Fear me, for I am...
Posts: 37
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Post by Greenhand on Sept 9, 2004 23:57:09 GMT -4
Their restrictions are walls of glass Bricks made of paper and glue There's nothing they can say Nothing they can do To ever keep me From breaking through
I will crush their silly barricades And bend their pitiful bars That they place around me To keep me from breaking through And reaching the stars
All their clever tricks and traps Will be no match for my will Laid to waste as they see me Breaking through Breaking through I see them envy my freedom... ...do you?
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Post by jstewart on Oct 10, 2004 2:18:57 GMT -4
Greenhand,
Good job. I liked it.. Great diction.. Word choice.. Everything..
-J. Stewart
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Greenhand
Peasant
Truth Seer
Fear me, for I am...
Posts: 37
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Post by Greenhand on Oct 16, 2004 23:49:20 GMT -4
-^^- Thank you...
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