Unnamed Poem #4

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    Unnamed Poem #4
    We sit alone, our eyes closed
    To us the truth has been exposed
    To act or not to act
    That question has our minds wracked
    What you choose
    Will depend on your views
    I hope that when I stand
    You will be there to hold my hand

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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