powerful, Douglas, powerful and stunning
Judy
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From: "Douglas Clark" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Sunday, June 19, 2005 3:57 AM
Subject: poem
> Well Google has done its best to kill off my website by penalising me over
> 100 places and hasnt told me why, so I will post the second of the Susan
> Poems to stick to my routine...
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> Citadel
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> The grey ships are pulling out on the dawn tide,
> The grey ships are leaving.
> You sit in your citadel by the sea
> Watching the grey ships leaving.
> The city is burning all around you
> Buildings crashing down, men dying
> And the fighters are leaving.
> Grey ships slipping out to sea on the morning tide,
> The fighters are leaving.
> As you sit in your citadel by the sea
> Weaving
> Grey ships leaving.
> The barbarians are over the wall
> There are men dying
> And the city is burning.
> You weave your patterns on the page
> Recording details of grand events
> Watching the fighters leaving.
> The barbarians are in your citadel,
> They took your heart long years ago
> As you sat in your citadel weaving,
> And the fighters are leaving.
> Grey ships pull out on the dawn tide
> Sliding swiftly over the sea
> While you sit in your citadel
> Weaving.
> I climb on the last ship and wave goodbye,
> Loving you,
> Grieving.
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> Douglas Clark, Bath, Somerset, England ....
> http://www.dgdclynx.plus.com
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