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Post by Elle Rush on Mar 2, 2006 20:20:51 GMT -5
Good Will Hunted
You took all good will for granted, chewed it up until it was gone. Nevermind the lives that were devestated, knowing full well what you've done was wrong. Your lack of conscience astounds, but does not surprise. I should pity you, all that moral compromise. You couldn't have set out to be a living tsunami, I don't know if it was your intent to hurt, I pray that I was just a random victim, that your hatred was not meant for me. Your lessons were hard and cold, but within them, I found something to hold--- karma be alive and well, you and I will never meet again, I'll be flying North, as you burn below in hell.
Time and time again as I am blessed- yours is taken away.
elle rush March '06
Reflective in nature, this poem speaks to my fears of the possibility at having a daughter, and protecting her from some of what I experienced as a female child.
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Post by Ken Corbett on May 7, 2006 6:49:12 GMT -5
Ah, so personal, so intimate. I have observed that it is a mother's fate to always worry for the welfare of her child, boy or girl, as long as he/she lives. I believe if you have a girl, Elle, you will show her all the love and wonder that is possible in this world.
Ken
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Post by Elle Rush on May 9, 2006 14:40:22 GMT -5
awww.... thanks, Ken. Well, seems to me that may perhaps the good Lord doesn't know if I could handle a daughter..... we are having a boy (my 4th boy!) Marcus Arturo will be here at summers end.
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