A PoemRest in peace,/
What's your name?/
Who are your friends?/
Which is your circle?/
"A place for friends."/
Let us remeber those that lay peacefully-/
Or otherwise./
Yes let us remember!/
By engraving forever,/
But only temporarily;/
Those loved and lost/
On our display names./
For it means as much/
As planting a glorious Oak/
In a sandbox./
Or posting a poem/
On "A place for friends."
My Interests
Music:
Member Since: 30/08/2007
Band Members: You, me, and we.
Sounds Like: A baby's cooing in mama's tummy
Record Label: Unsigned
My Blog
TDASPWTD
The Dead are so Peaceful When They're Dead Posted by on Mon, 28 Jan 2008 18:49:00 GMT
GW.B
Global W. Bush
What a funny little play on words, hm? Posted by on Mon, 28 Jan 2008 18:48:00 GMT
LWICOTBOLS
Literature, Written in Charcoal, on the Back of Lincoln's Shovel Posted by on Mon, 28 Jan 2008 18:44:00 GMT
