Words From The Dam
Where my poetry lives.
5/13/06
White
Slips of paper
And hourglass sands
She didn't know
And I couldn't tell her
Because
I didn't
Know the words
She's out of the Green
And into the White.
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A quality of ignorance,
Self-deception may be
Necessary to the poet's survival
-Jim Morrison
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