Posted by Ted (220.127.116.11) on August 21, 2000 at 00:22:19:
In Reply to: praying posted by August on August 20, 2000 at 21:02:04:
It's not for anything,
writhing on the floor.
It's not for anything
leaving you to abhor.
It's random, how it hits.
It's random, smashing you to bits.
Why do I have to deal with
constant pain you may inquire.
But I'll love you through any fire.
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