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Thursday, February 03, 2005

A poem

Love is lost
but once had
the smallest taste
and drove me mad

And mad I stay
for memories of
the smallest taste
of the greatest
Love

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

is that nate? really? What brought you to write a poem like that? I am not saying it is bad, just not your typical Nate style. Wondering what the muse was.

10:30 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

What be typical Nate style? Because who really knows how Nate is... Who are you really Nate?!? :) ha ha

1:27 PM  

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