Dispair

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    Dispair
    Up from the bowels of hell to the surface he rose.
    One look around, then he froze.
    Back to hell he choose.
    C.B.

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

    cb’s Poems (5)

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