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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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Critiques
Kailashana
15 years 11 months ago
Have I told you lately I
Dennis Go
15 years 11 months ago
Thanks kailashana
Seren
15 years 11 months ago
Dear Dennis
Dennis Go
15 years 11 months ago
Thanks JayCee
Seren
15 years 11 months ago
Ahhh but theres good poetry
Dennis Go
15 years 11 months ago
:)
scribbler
15 years 11 months ago
poetry
Kailashana
15 years 11 months ago
Your new name shall be
Dennis Go
15 years 11 months ago
:)
Dennis Go
15 years 11 months ago
Thanks Scribbler
shirley harrison
15 years 11 months ago
Again Wow !
Dennis Go
15 years 11 months ago
Thanks Shirley
Mari Shine
15 years 11 months ago
WOW!!!!
Dennis Go
15 years 11 months ago
Thanks Marie