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Intrinsic

  • 01-09-2003 11:16pm
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    Now I don't know if this is a Lyric or a Poem or what the hell it is, It is what it is.


    Like baby to the breast or,
    Lennon to Libretto,
    Stars to the sky and
    The poor to the Ghetto.

    Inherent to my heart and home to my soul.
    Special to my eyes and savory to my bone.

    Wings to an angel,
    Waves to the ocean,
    The one to the two,
    The sky’s Blue.

    Jenny to Forest,
    Sonny to Cher,
    Christ to the Cross-,
    and Flowers in your hair

    For it is sung that when a bell is rung an angel gets its wings,
    So I’ll ring away and soon someday you and I will
    Fly away.


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  • Hosted Moderators Posts: 5,945 ✭✭✭BEAT


    hmm, I see where you are going but it needs a little work.
    It is a bit lyrical though.
    See if you cant re-read it and find out where you need to fill in and where you need to re-write ;)


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