Salem's Den Journal
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2003-02-17 18:54:49 (UTC)

Time 12/21/2002

The mind whispers of days gone by;
THe life ponders on lives now passed.

The truth corners the lives that lie;

The soul rises on hopes not cast.

The sprite laughs of naïvete;

The demon smiles of "innocence".

The time has flown. THe time of day--

Read this poem, will it make sense?