Sold Poem by Robert Green

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Rating: 5.0


In fields of gold
You pay your dime
My soul is sold
I gave you mine

Cold rain
Does not kill the pain
You drove me insane
But hear me not complain

I took the love you gave
Maybe it takes me to my grave
For you! I did try save
You forever I will crave.



RG/NB

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Valerie Dohren 03 March 2012

Love this one Robert, well rhymed,

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Dave Walker 03 March 2012

A really great poem with a fantastic flow.

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