The Flame Still BurnsA Poem by John Alexander McFadyenSorrow.The Flame Still Burns I drink my way to misery simply to feel again. I have raised children and loved and loved and loved until I am black and blue from it. But here in my garden, in the glare of April sun, I am but Adam denied. Take my rib, fashion me a true mate, one who will stand the test of time where demands are few. Let her tempt me to destruction, hit me with a snake and I will reignite.
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7 Reviews Added on April 15, 2015 Last Updated on April 15, 2015 AuthorJohn Alexander McFadyenBrixworth, England, United KingdomAboutWell, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more.. |

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