8/9/2008 3:58 am
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A lover's laugh, A broken heart to mend, A devil's wrath, A painful good-bye, A child's cry, A consumption of sin, A fetish without end, A beauty without trust, An outcast unjust, A mother's pain, A death in the rain, A poet's claim to fame.
Poet's can write about anything. Stars crashing into the sun, the moon, with winking eyes. When we think, we are alone, we can write about anything.
Thank you lord, for giving my pen a voice, so I never have to speak a word.
PM3
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