A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That Day.
My favouriteST poet in the world. Lil anthology I found buried in Blossoms. Lil gems to be found nowhere on the net.
She was a pseudo-neurotic, apparently. A lil weird in the head. Think how well she would have fit in with us Law Schoolites.
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since u are into poems, please do find time to comment on mine as well..... http://the-middle-nowhere.blogspot.com :)
http://the-middle-of-nowhere.blogspot.com, you mean.
Neurotic is as neurotic does. Thankfully(yeah, right), it wasn't erotic.
Nice poems you got here.
Oh, she gets erotic too. I'll put up some. Soon. For your benefit, alone.:)
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