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lovegrove7196


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Posted Wed Oct 29th, 2008 6:01pm Post subject: "The Purple Curtain" - the neverending poem?
Hi...

Amberzak and I had a simple little idea; post the first line of a poem and allow the wonderrous contributors to this forum the chance to carry it on...

It doesn't have to rhyme. =]

Perhaps this poem will never end...

The only thing is... the title of the Poem is:

The Purple Curtain

So... here is the first line of the poem:

"Why do my purple curtains hang so defiantly against the wind?"

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amberzak


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Posted Wed Oct 29th, 2008 6:21pm Post subject: "The Purple Curtain" - the neverending poem?
It is almost as if it is alive and has sinned

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lovegrove7196


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Posted Fri Oct 31st, 2008 1:13pm Post subject: "The Purple Curtain" - the neverending poem?
'Never shall I look at them the same way again...'

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amberzak


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Posted Fri Oct 31st, 2008 5:47pm Post subject: "The Purple Curtain" - the neverending poem?
But in the great scheme of things it is but a grain

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Xadoc


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Posted Sat Nov 1st, 2008 4:49pm Post subject: "The Purple Curtain" - the neverending poem?
For if curtains were hung in the midnight sky,

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lovegrove7196


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Posted Sat Nov 1st, 2008 7:00pm Post subject: "The Purple Curtain" - the neverending poem?
On a pole from London that ends in Shanghai

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amberzak


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Posted Sat Nov 1st, 2008 11:00pm Post subject: "The Purple Curtain" - the neverending poem?
Then could they, forever, block the sun?

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lovegrove7196


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Posted Sat Nov 8th, 2008 10:28pm Post subject: "The Purple Curtain" - the neverending poem?
'Making the soldier go blind and to holster his gun'

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amberzak


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Posted Tue Nov 11th, 2008 10:39pm Post subject: "The Purple Curtain" - the neverending poem?
The world becomes, forever, dark

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designfault


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Posted Sun Nov 30th, 2008 1:04pm Post subject: "The Purple Curtain" - the neverending poem?
But there is hope for us all,in the song of a lark.

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