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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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Dissertation So I gave my dissertation On a life spent walking dead— Shared with all the sensation Waking to an empty bed. I poured years into pages— Turned the pages, one by one. A chronicle of the ages In a world without a sun. ‘Gave my best presentation, Turning dark the somber hall; Inside feeling elation, Holding everyone in thrall. But soon felt the vexation Of being misunderstood. They hoped it would get better, But I knew it never would! It was the course of a lifetime, Wasted on a man like me. A mountain I would never climb— A reward I would not see. ‘Tried to placate this puzzled crowd, Their stares hold me impaled. The words seem cursed spoken aloud, My dissertation’s failed. Michael Anderson |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
All I know is this leaves me breathless. I don't always understand, but I do always feel. This, I understand. A |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali |
you did this podium well fore sure, gripping silence and all! enjoyed ~d Open arms can be the most fragile in the world... |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Thank you Alison and Tanya. your words mean much. Michael |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
When people do not want to hear, it matters not how clear the bell sounds.  |
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