WORKING
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 |
| WALMART AND ME SEE EYE TO EYE | 2 | 07/17/2009 |
| WORKING | 0 | 05/18/2009 |
| IF THERE'S This, THERE'S More | 2 | 07/17/2009 |
| DOGS | 0 | 04/02/2009 |
| THAT KIND OF FEAR | 1 | 04/02/2009 |
| NEGLECT THE WORLD | 2 | 04/02/2009 |
| LISTING | 0 | 04/02/2009 |
| TELL ME I'M OLD | 1 | 03/09/2009 |
| PEOPLE WALK | 0 | 03/03/2009 |
| QUITTING | 1 | 03/03/2009 |
| WRITE A POEM | 0 | 03/03/2009 |
| TIRED | -1 | 02/21/2009 |
| FAST | 0 | 02/05/2009 |
| LIVE | 0 | 01/20/2009 |
| WANT | 0 | 01/20/2009 |
| GOOFY GIFTED GRACIOUS GOODLOOKING GARGOYLES | 1 | 12/19/2008 |
| HARD TO ACCEPT | 1 | 12/19/2008 |
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