8/13/2008 7:25 pm
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I write my poems, and hope and pray That some poor soul will read them one day And get as much out, as I've put in! Me, my soul, my paper, and pen! With each of these verses that I beget I can't help but feeling some regret These lines that once were part of my soul These kindly words I sought to bestow Will fall on deaf ears, and fade you see! Like my paper, my pen, and like me!
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