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WCCouple -> tasteless (2/21/2005 7:31:52 AM)
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this is a capture poem.. i hope You Sirs and Ma'am's like it.
Racing through this wet terrian,
stones and sticks catching at the feet,
making it hard not think of your feet.
Realizing,
you cant slow down,
must stay on the run;
or face the wrath
of the one you call Master.
Rolling hills pass you by,
within the quickness of the eye.
Hearing your own breath,
in your ears.
As soon you you hear,
the others pace.
you speed up,
hoping and praying
you can out run,
this one you call Master.
Feeling him upon you,
breathing down your own neck,
screaming out.
Wishing for that extra burst of
speed.
Feeling the hands sliding down your waist,
trying to pull you to the ground.
Suddenly the ground meets up with you.
Crashing the very breath out of you,
taking that moment of freedom
out of your soul.
As this one you call Master,
starts to claim your soul.
I know there is probably gramar and spelling mistakes, and for this i appologize.
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