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Here I lay in brambles,

Limbs that I've let snare,

You'd think that I would know by now,

But I can not say I care,

If by these thorns my blood should flow,

From my flesh into the ground,

Yes, you can say that I should know,

Yet you don't know what I have found,

In the pride that keeps me here,

Entangled on the earth,

I might call it a blessing,

Others may think it worse,

Than death itself, stuck in repose,

I am, here, on this loam,

Surrounded by these brambles,

So far away from home.


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Alan you are very good, I love the imagery


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Thank you Debbie =] I appreciate the feedback.


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Tommy_Storey
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Yes,Alan,
Another vary nice Poem .............


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Very** Vary means "to differ". Very is the word you were meaning to use.


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=P


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Tommy_Storey
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@ Alan,
Thank`s .............


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