Max Myre

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Quack - Poem by Max Myre

Duckling, Ugly Duckling
Hating but not loving
Listening without understanding
Producing but not creating

Duckling, Ugly Duckling
Complaining but not doing
Crying but not standing
Fearing his own ending

Duckling, Ugly Duckling
Following without thinking
Fighting without asking
Dying without knowing

Duckling, Ugly Duckling
Repeating what is entertaining
Forgetting what is frustrating
Feeling absolutely nothing

Duckling, Ugly Duckling
Always Talking
All we hear is Quacking
From the Ugly Duckling

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 2, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, May 3, 2013

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