Born

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    He fell to his knees. Distroyed by all the lies he was told. His head fell to his chest. Tears ran down his face. He lifted his up. "I'm being born." He whispered as his heart thumped happily.

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    smoothdame commented on Born

    10-20-2009

    I like this short and sweet and to the point. Good job.

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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