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By mr.body
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10 April 2008 |
this poem is based in the fact that nuthing is serton. How can we fix something that was never howle?
How do you fill a bottomless hole?
How do see what is not there?
How can I win, if you don’t play fer?
Once I am here, how do I depart?
Now that am finished, how do I restart?
Now that I’v song, why must I die?
Is this the truth or all just lies?
Is this the end or just my time to fly?
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Written by mia_ms_kim (951 comments posted) 9th April 2008 | This sounds like a piece on pessimism rather than the fact that nothing is certain. (I think Quantun mechanics when someone says nothing is certain.) But it's interesting. I'm not sure if this is a poem, though it sounds poetic in places... I'm no poet myself, so... Anyway, made me think. Mia | Written by fellpony (1569 comments posted) 10th April 2008 | Sounds like some of the Proverbs. You can hear a rhyme and write a couplet, mr.body - but you might like to run the spellchecker over things like nuthing, serton, howle, fer, I'v song! All right as a practice piece, as a starting point. |
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