02-26-09

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    02-26-09
    I sit and wonder of things to come From things in the future and what I've done Mistakes I've made people hurt There are so many think I'm a jerk Tell myself I can change Not to late to rearrange The person that I want to be The person down inside of me He's tries so hard to poke his head out But something inside me pulls him back down Mental scars I try to hide Won't let me decide To trust someone and really love This is what I convince myself of She will come We'll be one

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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