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A Writer's Poem |
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Micah New Member
since 1999-07-10
Posts 9Gainesville, TX U.S. |
Burned out hippies bring me down Careful living bores my soul Barry me into passionate journeys Hills of flowers that seem to sway with blistful wind Gracious water that knows not what rocks it will flow through So it is that life is plain Plain enough that narcodics can only bring piece Then settled down the world still turns People keep being people and mischief unto mischief Barely we see what we should, and often we don't see barely enough Oh the days in which I only feel the best time to write Every word flows as if sweat juices that would like to be sucked up Words begin to fit like a puzzle That means nothing to people, but gives all the meaning in the world to the writer So feelings turn into words and another day comes While I am sleeping in imagination..... This was written during English class, the last one I will take of my college carier..Major British Writers II... ------------------ Micah Senter |
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