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My Work here is Done......I have been here merely five weeks too long or maybe even too short. I have decided by way and intention of creation and full purpose of self expression that this site is much too controlled by wavering thoughts that bind ones true inner soul. |
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Re: My Work here is Done......I hope we don't lose all of our wonderful poets. It's sad to see them go. |
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Re: My Work here is Done......tsk tsk! STINGY!!!!! |
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Re: My Work here is Done......That is cute I may have been misunderstood. Anyone may join the site, no one is left out. For example: If a rapper that is gifted in their art and form of rhythm and rhyme in conjunction with music and would like to join the site and generate a group of members that resonate the same wanting; they may freely do so and have their own forums to encourage music talk as well. |
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.