poetry critical

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Speaking in my mind
the thoughts go racing by
as I try to catch a word
not simple words , wimpy
words, fluff.
I may end up drunk to
break down the confounded
genius in the text.
They are only words, letters,
ABC's on a piece of paper,
there will only be some
who master and create richness
on the pages thru time.
What about us who take
this seriously? we could have
been more, who is this keeper
of the cards....

28 Jan 11

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? at the end of L17

the title would read well as just 'fluff'
 — mandolyn

Thanks Mandoyyn
 — gblade