ARE WE REAL

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    ARE WE REAL

    Walking deep in the meadows of creepy crawling disaster field

    : i begun to carry a conversation with an enmouse leaf

    shadowed by a tree in the twilight

    : of course the leaf was responseless

    to my critisizim

    : although i sence laughter deep in the veins of this leaf

    : i feel it understands my insainity

    : as well as i feel the leafy life could be insaine as well

    : if there was only a way we could communicate

    : "some kind of life leaf!!"

    : "that you understand me"

    : it seems to me that we live very similer lives

    : i know that you are in there

    : come on out....

    : how would you feel if someone

    : or something or even me

    : plucked you from that twig

    : that you are so comfotably attached to?

    : i see that there are others of your kind

    : in this community although

    : it is obious that you are still alone

    : Dont feel bad

    : friend

    : i am alone as well

    : i am talking to you!!!

    : you just hang around all day

    : and dont think that i didnt see you dancing in the breeze earlier

    : if you wont or cant respond

    : then why do they say you are alive?????

    : answer me!!!!

    : why!!

    : what is your life really like

    : huh

    : it appears my friend that it is time for me to go and be alone

    : i am very tired now

    : i shall return tomarrow

    : think about me, as well as have answers when i return

    : ok?

    : prove to me

    : THAT WE ARE ALIVE.!!!

    : Gary Edgington

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    myhellismyself commented on ARE WE REAL

    10-09-2018

    that in my opinion was intensley deep. im not sure ive ever become that angered when i have encountered my friends of the great out doors however i very well may be wrong, i just do know how you feel when at times you just feel like a dwindling leaf that hangs from a tree and JUST EXSIST only waiting for time to take it to its final resting place!!!

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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