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Thursday 19 February 2015

Finish Line

Day after day sadness got deeper
Run , crawl , all woes, foes creeper
Cheerers awaited at the Finish line
Vanity , tragedy  delivered a fine dine.

Booing not  touch of unprecedented
Stoning  not the love of kindred heart
Soothe the soul of forgtotten
Crying field , Tears inside the haven.

Feed the hunger of greed
Ride the roller coster breed
Shadow behind  the lead
Shaping the world by deed

To the Finish Line we reach
Upon destination of breach
Catch the falling peach
From blood feed the  leech.

.....Grace...

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