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Jul 05, 2010
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Prose & Poetry
Someone dropped a pen.
His name was Prose.
"Write." Said he.
"Use it to bind ideas
With its tears as the rope."
So I tried.
But my strength
Rattles on his weight.
"Let me interfere."
Said Poetry.
"Scrape what you have done
And let your heart
Do the talking."
So I did.
Now I speak
In deeper linings.
His name was Prose.
"Write." Said he.
"Use it to bind ideas
With its tears as the rope."
So I tried.
But my strength
Rattles on his weight.
"Let me interfere."
Said Poetry.
"Scrape what you have done
And let your heart
Do the talking."
So I did.
Now I speak
In deeper linings.
— Dennis Go, Jul 05, 2010
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Kailashana
16 years ago
Have I told you lately I
Dennis Go
16 years ago
Thanks kailashana
Seren
16 years ago
Dear Dennis
Dennis Go
16 years ago
Thanks JayCee
Seren
16 years ago
Ahhh but theres good poetry
Dennis Go
16 years ago
:)
scribbler
16 years ago
poetry
Kailashana
16 years ago
Your new name shall be
Dennis Go
16 years ago
:)
Dennis Go
16 years ago
Thanks Scribbler
shirley harrison
16 years ago
Again Wow !
Dennis Go
16 years ago
Thanks Shirley
Mari Shine
16 years ago
WOW!!!!
Dennis Go
16 years ago
Thanks Marie
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