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Post by Matthew on May 24, 2018 20:32:11 GMT -5
I screamed in the darkness and heard nothing
I yelled in the light and was deaf
I cried in the desert and it was quiet
But when I sat in the silence I learned
Just a bit of an odd thought.
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2018 22:00:59 GMT -5
When you're getting very old and good times are few
Remember that the mighty oak was once a nut like you
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Post by Legend Lover on May 25, 2018 1:36:33 GMT -5
I like it! It's poignant.
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Post by Matthew on May 25, 2018 8:47:03 GMT -5
When you're getting very old and good times are few Remember that the mighty oak was once a nut like you I like it! It's poignant. Strangely,my nickname is"Nutt-hew" I'm going to have to look that one up LL, Are you calling me a "Poig"? |
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Post by jeffd on May 25, 2018 11:35:19 GMT -5
When I sit in silence I fall asleep.
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Post by Darin on May 25, 2018 15:02:50 GMT -5
Sometimes, when I feel my shouts of strife go unheard, I recall this poem by Stephen Crane:
A man said to the universe:
“Sir, I exist!”
“However,” replied the universe,
“The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation.”
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