Words are words which many never be heard, When one speaks to another, When one speak with ones best faculties, One speaks with another, When one speaks of heavenly truth, One speaks of devels hoothes, Which all spoken equals nothing.
Reason for writing:
I have all love to write poetry, but never gave it much thought
Even as a student i would write poetry instead of short stories.
Now that i am older, and somewhat wiser i thought that maybe others
would like some of my poem i have wrote and horded to myself for so
many years. If they do or don't, i still you like a reply.
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