The Show
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 |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| No more... | 1 | 12/13/2009 |
| Distress | 1 | 09/19/2009 |
| Growth | 0 | 09/19/2009 |
| Time's Up | 2 | 09/19/2009 |
| Help | 0 | 09/19/2009 |
| Understanding | 1 | 04/24/2009 |
| Can you see it? | 1 | 04/24/2009 |
| I Try | 1 | 01/09/2009 |
| Hope | 6 | 01/09/2009 |
| True Beauty | 2 | 01/09/2009 |
| That Special Day... | 1 | 01/09/2009 |
| The Pain | 2 | 01/09/2009 |
| The Show | 0 | 01/09/2009 |
| The River | 1 | 01/09/2009 |
| The Game | 0 | 01/09/2009 |
| A Mother's Love | 1 | 01/09/2009 |
| What if I told you... | 2 | 01/09/2009 |
| Drip, Drip | 1 | 01/09/2009 |
| I'm Sorry | 2 | 01/09/2009 |
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