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PathWalkers.Net Interactive :: Helping you along your path All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owner. The articles, stories, and comments are property of their posters, all the rest (c) 2004, 2005 by PWN Interactive Terms and Conditions of Use | Privacy Policy http://www.pathwalkers.net/interactive/modules.php...ction=search&active_stories=1&stories_topics[0]=24 (4 of 4) [12/25/2005 12:06:44 AM]

The Cold Within :: PathWalkers.Net Interactive :: Helping you along your path PathWalkers.Net Interactive Helping you along your path Main Navigation · Home · Main Homepage Community · Community BoS · Downloads · Forums · FAQ · Image Gallery · Reviews · Web Links Site Information · Top 10 List · Search Forums - Message Board · CookBook · In The News · Member Introductions · Hanging Out · Humour & Quizes Users Area · My Account · Members List · Calander · Submit to BoS Dec 24, 2005 - 05:05 PM Homepage :: Downloads :: WebLinks :: FAQ Search Poetry: The Cold Within Posted by: Nyxks on Nov 06, 2005 - 01:27 AM The Cold Within --Unknown Six humans trapped by happenstance in black and bitter cold Each possessed a stick of wood, Or so the story's told. Their dying fire in need of logs, the first woman held hers back For on the faces around the fire She noticed one was black. The next man looking 'cross the way Saw one not of his church And couldn't bring himself to give The fire his stick of birch. The third one sat in tattered clothes He gave his coat a hitch, Why should his log be put to use To warm the idle rich? The rich man just sat back and thought Of the wealth he had in store, And how to keep what he had earned From the lazy, shiftless poor. The black man's face bespoke revenge As the fire passed from his sight, For all he saw in his stick of wood Was a chance to spite the white. And the last man of this forlorn group Did naught except for gain, Giving only to those who gave Related links · More about Poems · News by Nyxks Most read story in Poems: Buttprints In The Sand http://www.pathwalkers.net/interactive/modules.php?op=modload&name=News&file=article&sid=434 (1 of 4) [12/25/2005 12:06:54 AM]

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