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EPIGRAM
Sir,I admit your general
rule,
That every poet is a fool,
But you yourself may serve to show it,
That every fool is not a poet!-
Samuel
Taylor Coleridge,-(1772-1834)
7/10/2002 7:56:06 AM
COMPETE
It cant be a party,
All of the time,
To what end?
What personal
truth,
Distortion in proportion,
What does it matter?
Let them all chatter,
Anteni,all around,
Penetrating
sound,I've been deaf,
Mute I am not!
Do not let your Brain rot!
Relations,Relatives,
Through blood of Want and
Will,
Thinking clearly,someone else it
must be,
For Heavens gate is open for
thee!
WE WOULD NEVER HAVE KNOWN WHAT LIFE IS LIKE
READING,FEELING WHAT EACH WORD DESCRIBEs
DREAMS
ARE FOREVER,
DREAMS IF THEY COULD COME TRUE.
WORDLY POSSESIONS.WORDLY POSSESIONS,
THE STATE OF SUBCONSCIOUNESS,EVICT
FROM MY SOUL,
THE FEELINGS OF A LACK OF A STATE OF MIND
HELP IS OPEN FOR DISCUSSION
TO PAY FOR LIFES PLEASURES
WE
ARE WHERE WE ARE NOT DUE TO OUR OWN MAKING BUT
BECAUSE OUR ANCESTORES HAVE CHOSEN THIS ARENA.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BARBARA
TAYLOR AGERTON
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