If he's not the poet, I'm not sure who else posts here...

The poem was amazing, a true work of art
Every line grows, striking at the heart
Heavy your heart seems to be of late
The answer of why, I know it to be cruel fate.

Alone you will not be, upon this road you travel
Adventures renewed we shall drudge along the gravel
'Til at long last we find a peaceful stopping ground
Next we find a wall, on which our heads we pound

Our quarters be built, so near
That dew out of reach, is never a fear
Game we shall until the day, if luck be with us
That a lass for each happens to fall off the bus.


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Sorry Sean, I didn't want to poke fun at your poem (was really good btw) but you know me, couldn't help but throw this out there. I had to rummage through my things to get my log in info and the web address. Next time I'm home I'll see if there are any good poems I have, lying in that dusty high school binder. Oh and before I forget, Video = Awesome.


-Will

PS: Sean, I do believe we need a new poll, got any ideas?