Charles Dawes

Arguing With Myself - Poem by Charles Dawes

point made.
touché my friend.
how far till we arrive?
yes, yes,
Im aware.

(oh look, he spelled his name
in the sand.
such a nice name.
reminds me of
photographed summer days.)

my faith rests with happiness.
you cant mistake that
for anything else.
'god, Im anxious.'
'nope, thats happiness.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 13, 2010

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