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I don't tell people I write poetry

Because it's embarrassing to say

How all my emotions are helplessly 

Flowing

Like a river of gold on it's way to lay.

It's drips and it drips

With a tap,tap,tap

Never halting or Knocking 

It rudely interups

My most private of thoughts.

Oh, how it slices my mind 

And sorrows away.

L.O.M

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