Spine

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    Spine

    Forever set to hold one's self.
    Our body's will left to sit on a shelf.
    The pounding of such force.
    Drives our skill in it's own course.
    Resist life's deterioration of our imperfection.
    In hopes to change for a better direction.
    Years will come and go, lay all the weight of all the dispare.
    Look back we do is sit and just stare.
    Great cause of weak bones.
    Leaves one to lay and moan.

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    To have great poets there must be great audiences too.

    Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

    VanGogh’s Poems (3)

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