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[bodytext] => What an impression on most is pushed In all kinds of manners, upon is thrust A thought a sound a vision a spell When it will stop, you alone can tell When do we stop and wonder why Can we create, are we apart Of this balloon that sails t sky Where do we stop, why did we start Human nature and time on hand Gives birth to splendour, wunderus plans Paintings and music, dance and song Our open souls pour love to belong mid. midd. Middle men and mastic Post men and plastic Wrapping this world With our own elastic Capture the love and bottle it up Sell it to whom made it, a tanner a cup We cherish the arts, in hearts deep But at what cost? Have you seen these streets? AUTHORS PLEASE: To help keep this site INTERACTIVE, please read and comment on at least 3 poems for each one you submit. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 150 [topic] => 43 [informant] => FreeStyle [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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