Here's a poem i wrote:

Palm trees swayed,

With every passing breeze,

Hopes of those,

Who left their mark.

By the cold,

cemented floor.

Desolated was shelter,

That once stood still,

Yet never waning to the,

Never-ending waterfall,

Of people and things,

That so surrounds,

This merry place,

That will never be.

-Shawn-

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Sept. 6th 2005