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Fisherman Junior Member
since 2000-04-14
Posts 46 |
Once I wrote a poem that no one ever read, That is until the people heard, the poet, I was dead, O’ how they oooohed and how they aaaaahed, a masterpiece they cried, Written by this unknown poet, who sadly now has died. He must have suffered terribly, to write such deep dark verse, A masterpiece of ode macabre, one wonders of his curse, I suppose I could reply, and tell my tale of woe, But if I would then all would know just where it is you go, When you pass on and leave this world, I know because I’ve died, And now I write my poetry, from here on the other side. |
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mysticpoe Senior Member
since 2003-02-28
Posts 883 |
From the other side, why not? Enjoyed this very much. Thanks. wayne If nothing is something then everything is our thoughts and feelings and all that exists. |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Fisherman Where ever you are when you write, I'm just glad that you do!  |
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