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My hands,
they dropped.
My feelings,
they stopped.
My thoughts,
they topped
everything I've ever felt.
Anything I've ever dealt.
The feelings have more so a meaning
then any idea you could bring to me.
The telephone rings,
the door bell dings,
the ideas keep flowing.
With my pencil handy,
nothings impossible.
Every thing is possible.
A world full of nothings,
a day full of somethings,
everything sparks an idea.
An idea I'll write,
thinking deep in to the night,
to create something so light,
it could make a eagle set flight.
They words I say,
the things I do,
they mean everything to me,
yet nothing to you.





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Risible said...
Oct. 1, 2011 at 9:40 pm
I love the last four lines! They have punch and give the whole poem point...and I can totally relate. Good work Jesse-Marie. 
 
Jesse-Marie- replied...
Oct. 5, 2011 at 6:32 pm
Thank you!:]
 
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