Dear God
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Dear God | 2 | 01/12/2009 |
| We will survive | 1 | 01/12/2009 |
| Age | 0 | 01/12/2009 |
| despair | 1 | 01/12/2009 |
| Lonely lawn | 2 | 01/12/2009 |
| Outside our shells | 0 | 01/12/2009 |
| Missing you | 1 | 01/12/2009 |
| My Knight | 0 | 01/12/2009 |
| Home on Furlough. | 1 | 01/12/2009 |
| oh no she did said no | 0 | 01/12/2009 |
| wonder | 1 | 01/12/2009 |
| The Race of a Woman | 1 | 01/09/2009 |
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