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My Heart Is Walking and I have A Sting In My Eye
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My Heart Is Walking and I have A Sting In My Eye |
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redheart angrybraids Member
since 2000-04-16
Posts 410honolulu, hawaii 
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My heart is walking and I have a sting in my eye. I turned over all the quarters and they still show there tails. I've washed off all the paint, and it's still yellow pale. So, now I'm really wondering which words are real. Do you wait to see the night in my eye go to sleep? Is that when you seize the aching in your reality? I have no more quarters to flip. I have no piant to cover up the mess. My heart is walking and I have a sting in my eye. Kindly, Redheart Angrybraids |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
very cool, cryptic poem.. like the metaphors used take care, jm What the caterpillar calls the end ... The world calls a butterfly ~LaoTzeTao~ ~Butterflies are meant to be free~ |
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ESP Member Elite
since 2000-01-25
Posts 2556Floating gently on a cloud.... |
Very interesting and thought-provoking poem! Love and hugs, Lizzie  "Poetry is the true expression of my soul, it is my ultimate means of communication. It is my rainbow of delight." |
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redheart angrybraids Member
since 2000-04-16
Posts 410honolulu, hawaii |
thank you both, this is one of the cheesyest poems i've ever writen, i'm realy thankful to have some comments on this, thank you again, Kindly, Redheart Angrybraids |
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