| Gallahad |
Posted
on 23-Aug-02 09:57 PM
Bravo ! Well said ! The daily grind, this ceaseless toil, Materiel collected, but a foil, For an empty heart Driven, we face the test Yet weary, each night we rest To contemplate emptiness City lights bright, the neon glow Bedazzling,soon the tears flow In solitude
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