November 15, 2011
By m.s.moore SILVER, Waterloo, New York
m.s.moore SILVER, Waterloo, New York
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Favorite Quote:
life is not meant to arrive at the grave in a perfectly preserved body. it's meant to skid in side ways shouting "Holy crap what a ride."

Surrounded and crowded and lone
Of the ink of the mind the bone
Tied tongue try to speak but fails
Differences kin of tales
Between lettered crowds I sat alone

The author's comments:
This poem is about all of the characters I have ever made up. In an obscure sense they are my friends, but at the same time they aren’t real so they can’t really be my friends. But they are still a big part of my life.

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