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Post by adml13v on Oct 17, 2005 20:09:20 GMT -5
The Open Windows Thought
Once said Juliet, "What's in a name?" I wonder too! What is, what is? I wonder who are you? Why do my fellows remain alias's? Words without a name are weak I say! I would hope, as pretty little Poets, Our words share in common a birth from our souls. I would hope I walk these halls with artisans who beleive in their souls. I challenge thee nameless to SPEAK, to SPEAK! To speak aloud with definition. Come from your shadows my friends! From your winced shut buds Do nothing but blossom and bloom. If not, shame shame For I won't know your name And it will be your doom. Like we the People of this great nation Lost the election. For we didn't believe in our words enough, Our outcry a mere wimper and pout. Now we grunt and stamp our feet Oh Boo-Hoo! For what you pen I will condemn I will feel as the farmer felt When there was no egg from his hen. This room is drafty, so I write crafty. My letters bold because I am cold. AH HA!
Brandon Michael Sheetz
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