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S Y N O P S I S
From the time we wake up to the minute we sleep,
We experience things that we may not keep,
Good or bad -- they go flowing around
Coming back to us because the world is round,
So I note them down, in an effort to try
Not making the mistakes that once made me cry.
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D E D I C A T I O N
To us all.
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E P I G R A P H
To be, or not to be: that is the question.
~Shakespeare
(Hamlet)
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C O P Y R I G H T + N O T E
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So, this is back.Thank you for choosing to read my attempt at poetry. Please do not hesitate to vote or comment and to provide constructive criticism.
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Love,
Isla.
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PoetryOf things that were never said out loud. #99 in Poetry #2 in Evening (completed)
