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- In the dark at storywrite
A grizzled old man lay in a heap of rags in the shelter of a florist's shop door. - I met a man at storywrite
I met a man, a homeless man while talking about God with a friend.
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on The Second Coming by William Butler Yeats, on January 11, 2004
The best poem in the world
OMGoodness. This is my absolutely favourite poem in the whole world and has been for years..
Whoever posted this,,, Thank you thank you thank you.
God bless you,
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Excellent form and subject
I've lived this double life before. Actually it was just November when things began to improve. Living within that fantasy as glamourous as it seems, destroys the reality that is your actual life. I was at the point where I was writing slash fanfiction and living more in my story writing head than in my reality. (Two babies and a husband to support) It was God who saved me. I'd have run off to follow that illusion of the inner spirit life ideal, mistaking it for what is real.Edited on Feb 18, 5:58 p.m. because 'of dratted spelling'.