Thoughts from Inside
Poems and writing of a man walking down the road of life.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Poetry that written word
is nothing without a pad
to records its' voice
For once spoken it can be lost
never to be found again.
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Rynchus
I am one of those dreamers whose world changes every time I look out my window. I hate writing about myself, but I do write all kinds of things these days, I shall post scraps up here when I remember to so that everyone can see it beside just me.
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