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Is It Poetry

(1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

My Head Is Your Head *


Thoughts flowing ever growing
leaching from my mind
not just knowing simply going
anywhere it can
standing still being chilled
when a word does come to find
a special place that lays so near
now found inside your head..

Submitted: Tuesday, December 09, 2008
Edited: Tuesday, December 09, 2008

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