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panic

Panic is a friend of mine,

He comes to visit often,

And when he tends to talk through me,

His words he doesn't soften,

He shakes me up,

And makes me sweat,

Oh, how I wish,

We'd never met.

 

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Region, Country: New York, USA

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RSScheerer

RSScheerer

18 years 2 months ago

Panic

I'm feeling rather partial to this one at the moment. I'm going to say that all that matters here is self-expression. It fits my mood right now. ~ Ronda
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poewriter58

18 years 2 months ago

Nice work!

This brought a smile to my face as I can identify with your writing as well very nicely expressed Chrys