Fear
So sad I awokefor fear of
no Diet Coke
Ready to trudge to the store
I heard a knock on the door
Sure enough there in the cupboard
The most beautiful sight
A nice shiny 2 liter
to ease my plight...
Fear
So sad I awoke09-30-2009
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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Away | 0 | 10/01/2009 |
Beautiful Journey | 0 | 10/01/2009 |
Hope | 0 | 08/25/2009 |
Fear | 1 | 08/25/2009 |
Spirit | 0 | 08/25/2009 |
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