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by Liachka Aug 1, 2006 category : Life, society / faith, religion
We hear the cries As Freedom arise That people may rejoin. The stained teared face In many a place For love, is still aboard. But from the lost With stood the cross That our hero must die. On that new bed We lay his once live head That he may rise and shine!
by Choose xX Alex Xx Life
This is short but effective i really liked it well done :):):):):):) please could you comment on my poems i like to know what people think of my writing thnx xxx alex xxx