| Topic: My lonleyness | |
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      My lonleness is like a pail
 wailting to be filled but can not be waiting to be of use but with out a use with out the hand of another i am but an empty pail. My lonleness is like a mirror Showing only what it sees no feeling or emotion reflecting only what can be and not what is | |
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      Well said for the red necks   | |
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      Emptiness ~ the wondrous source of all creation    | |
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      nice write.      | |
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      very nice read      | |
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|  Welcome to the poetry section | |
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      Thanks yall. I write off the top of my head. Id be glad to write you something just let me know.   | |
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