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Poem 1: A Beginning

I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Monday, August 1, 2011

Poem 290: Black and White

There are times when things are black and white
and nothing is unsure
There are moments when I'm sure as life
and no doubt's given breath
There are days when all is confidence
and the world's to be owned
but sometimes I'm caught in between
with no sure answer known.

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