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| Here's some poetry.. I've done a lot, but only a couple i can live with. Sad happy...whatever..that's Eric for you...BlahBlah poetry doesn't hafta rhyme or any 3rd grade junk like that.. I just like to mess around.. [magnetic poetry works really well for me]. |
| Loneliness cowers me leaves |.broken.| falling ..tears shiver trip.. hide, then the wetnes in my eyes dropped away e m p t y - prickly - souR - sighs - the - wind - scars my cheeks love- weeping reaches out :purplegray tear mirrors: splash then fall Lion Proud sunlight showoff smiles to himself delights in praise unsaid flowers bathe beaming back mischevious cumulus crash scoffing below shadows shatter conceit into jealousy firey he roars slices pierces paces orange lion trapped storming pyroclastic uncounted flowers sip the clouds silver oceans grin bounce once and again down ivory petals Stolen White winter battlefield meadow frost-tormented- wind screaming Centered A solitary shoot Furtive Battered beneath bitter squalls. Slanting lucent Into
me arrows pang slashed my heart 
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a man is called to be a streetsweeper, he should sweep streets
even as Michaelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music, or Shakespeare
wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of
heaven and earth will pause to say, here lived a great streetsweeper
that did his job well.
-Martin Luther King
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