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What we reap,
What we sow,
What we seek,
What we dont know,

When The mysteries that bind us
Are all that we have left,
And the lost souls that find us
Are all that we can test,

It is mere hope that will save us
When knowledge is not whole,
We cannot rely on others
For us to reach our goals.
©2007-2009 ~Monkeyfyst
:iconmonkeyfyst:

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A short poem that I wrote in like a minute. It just came to me, lucky for me I have DeviantArt.

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:iconsolasura:
we often question ourselves but yet we already know the answer deep within.

unknown. a beautiful piece. =)
:iconmonkeyfyst:
Thank you. I appreciate it.

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"Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, or what's a Heaven for?" (Robert Browning)
:iconfirefightergurl:
awesome poem but the sew you put down is the wrong one for what you are getting at it would be Reap and Sow

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Who are you to judge the life that i lead i am not perfect and i do not claim to be but the next time you point a finger you damn well better make sure your hands are clean!
:iconmonkeyfyst:
Are you sure?

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"Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, or what's a Heaven for?" (Robert Browning)
:iconfirefightergurl:
yeah look it up sew...is an activity you do with needles and thread!

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Who are you to judge the life that i lead i am not perfect and i do not claim to be but the next time you point a finger you damn well better make sure your hands are clean!
:iconmonkeyfyst:
but aren't you like sewing into the earth?

--
"Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, or what's a Heaven for?" (Robert Browning)
:iconfirefightergurl:
It is Sowing patrick look it up

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Who are you to judge the life that i lead i am not perfect and i do not claim to be but the next time you point a finger you damn well better make sure your hands are clean!
:iconmonkeyfyst:
I changed it already, doesn't matter. It's poetry, poetry is art! I can spell "Dog" c-a-t if I wanted to.

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"Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, or what's a Heaven for?" (Robert Browning)

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