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Title: COAL Post by: verseode on January 20, 2008, 04:27:25 AM A glowing coal falls on the hearth And slowly it turns grey The heat subsides until it's cold And then it's swept away A branch is cut off from the vine The consequence is dire Without the sap, it will dry up All hope of fruit expire. If we go it all alone Thinking we know best Sadly we will slowly die And never pass the test. |