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Moment of TruthWhen I take pen to hand Hand to paper To fingertips upon computer keys From flowing script To typewritten thoughts For just a second my mind wanders To a questioned moment Of truth.... For whom Is all this Done? For me? For you? Or just because there is something Even greater That speaks to Poets In its own special voice And says.... THIS is what must be written. I wonder. Pat Reeves (c) August 7, 2003 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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