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Poem: The Ferals had lived on Ferrix for time immemorial. And not even contact with the Confederation would change that.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 70 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 2 - Published: 07-31-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6195792
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Time
The days drag on,
And we live out our lives.
Treading the earth,
Dwelling under the skies.
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Ferrix, our home,
Is where we live.
For whatever we take,
We have something to give.
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We wake and we sleep,
We work and we play.
A wholesome existence,
For the rest of our days.
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And though we meet Confeds,
On an equal field.
Our way of life,
We shall never yield.
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