My World
Saturday, September 27, 2014
Poet, 1973
A flood of words
flows through my
mind and flies
through my hand.
I write what I feel
symbolically or
reality--it
doesn't matter.
So, my life is
limited and
I've got so much to say.
Peace unto you and
Right on!
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