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Post by scriptamanent on Mar 18, 2009 14:15:31 GMT -5
It is because things remind me of other things That I can’t forget. I’ve quit running away from not going anywhere, And chose a dead end at random; The sublime without perfection, The unknown without ignorance, Beauty with or without purpose. I call the World stupid when I need it most, And smart when I need it not. For who am I to deserve an untrodden path When I have been stepped on? Who are they to help me or apologize this late?
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Post by Don Schaeffer on Mar 20, 2009 3:20:28 GMT -5
This is just very good. I like the way it proceeds without any apologies.
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Post by scriptamanent on Mar 21, 2009 12:15:30 GMT -5
Thank you very much Don
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