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[bodytext] => The rudimentary function Of a pod such as that of a person Is to pour a life long lesson Into a last phrase, to be remembered Overfilled and stuffed with imagination The ego about to bust from lack of starvation So in answer to The famously posed question I choose the glass half full And seek out my fulfillments I choose to see it through Negate the coldness That seeps Cross out the words That creep They won’t let me fall Asleep They keep me restless So that I may speak with you Give it time and it will become clear Couldn’t expect to learn it all, in these few years I can hardly begin to imagine Yet its with such vindictive satisfaction What exactly could have happened If I hadn’t stopped If this was a dead end block ----------------- ------------- [comments] => 2 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 43 [informant] => jyssvw22 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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