Imperfect Poetry from an Imperfect Poet on a quest for the Perfect Poem.
October 17, 2007
On my knees
Who shall write of dreams When the poets are gone Who shall paint possibility When the painters are gone Who shall sing of hope When the singers are gone Who shall carve reality When the sculpters are gone Who shall love When you are gone
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awww this cute and touchin when u get a chance check out some of my work
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