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By , vancouver, WA
this is a poem
that makes no sense
it has no rhyme
no purpose nor plan

it has little thought
just a train
with no destination

sometimes to make sense
you have to make
no sense at all

to fly around the world
or sail across the sea
shout to the moon
or dig your own grave

were you go
or what you do
always know
its up to you





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Teardrops said...
Jul. 13, 2010 at 6:22 pm
I like it. It so...interesting. Please cheak out some of my poems.
 
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