Still talking about me
Forgive me for what sorrow I ever may bring
You also are forgiven
for what you didn't want to see
It was also hard just trying to be me
I always could fit in the spaces between
How awful so soon
To stand alone in a room
Chin up! I won't weep
I'll stand strong
As you knew I would be
All is forgiven for You never forgiven Me
I truly apologize for
Just Thinking Of Me
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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| Still talking about me | 0 | 09/15/2009 |
| My Shadow and Me | 1 | 09/15/2009 |
| Uncovering Me | 2 | 09/15/2009 |
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