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~*~Keynotes~*~My work needs to stand out; Needs to jump and shout... Needs to scream that I am, Memorable. If only for an instant,you see, The point of my exsistance... The poetic effort;A persistent, Thing such as my work. That which flutters to the page Pen poised for every stage... Viewing the all of me that may, Spring forth upon every breath. Fulfilling every age... My work; A lifetime of living. A life time of giving... Without one single regret. Except maybe;You might forget, That you ever read this... My work. ~*~Geyna M.Key copyright2004~*~ Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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