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by Kevin May 27, 2004 category : Life, society / about society
Loud voices in quiet places put Darwin’s theory into contention their animal cackles my mind does shackle as they subdue a passive deck of grazers How I wish for a gun strike me down but just one! so I could pistol whip and warning shot until silence had returned For quiet is a precious thing a gift to yearn and cherish thoughts worth thinking and recalling in noise do quickly perish
by Kevin
Cheers Bryant...there was acually a few lines missing from the bottom...if you check it out again it might seem better.
by UM
A different style, yet good in itself. Check out my poems if you have the chance.