Coming across a narrow road
Seeing an Only arrow
Coming across the wrong one
Suddenly a brake;Stomped frequently
There was one last chance
Yet it blew
Sirens coming from the opposite side
A broken bottled glass
That's it,it's where it all came from.
Why stop,when you can continue.
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lrave (
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WELCOME IRAVE ~ THANKS for an interesting first peom ! The question you pose is one we often only answer when it's too late ! WHY STOP ~ WHEN YOU CAN CONTINUE ? BRIAN ~ Please check my poems ~ Thanks B
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