New Orleans
For the man who
stands with his arms crossed
For the women and children
who remember the lost
For the towns that
still look the part
For the government that
try to repair the hearts
For life has stopped
but others start
For ones who feel
to crawl under a rock
You can be strong
no matter what
Because for you
you've indured alot
To those who understand
I'm sorry about your land
For I am a fan of the water land
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| If This Is It, Why Can't I See | 0 | 07/12/2012 |
| A Cry I never Learned | 1 | 12/15/2010 |
| Courage | 1 | 01/22/2010 |
| More Than like | 2 | 08/10/2009 |
| New Orleans | 0 | 08/10/2009 |
| Base | 4 | 07/20/2009 |
| Music | 1 | 07/20/2009 |
| Ice Cream | 0 | 07/18/2009 |
| Father Of Love | 2 | 07/18/2009 |
| The Love I Never Knew Existed | 1 | 07/14/2009 |
| My Destination | 1 | 07/13/2009 |
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