Elliott Gilbert

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Conscience - Poem by Elliott Gilbert

I cannot be seen, I cannot be heard.
If I were to fly it were to be quite absured.
You can guess who I am but it won’t ever be right.
For in the heat of the moment it will be hopelessly out of sight.
Answer is conscience.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 2, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, December 2, 2011


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