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Lingers Lingers

A Poem by Spunk


The Truth. The Truth.

A Poem by Spunk


Cliche. Cliche.

A Poem by Spunk


Go Away. Go Away.

A Poem by Spunk


Untitled. Untitled.

A Poem by Spunk




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Posted 14 Years Ago


LOL.
Well, writers ARE artists.

But that's not really what I'm getting at.

You should get friends. :P
Mine just added me.
If you make your poems public,
they add you.

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Posted 14 Years Ago


i think i should get some friends...lmao

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Posted 14 Years Ago


people will think youre trying to say that youre too good to be called a writer so they should call you an artist ;P haha im kidding.

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Posted 14 Years Ago



It Couldn't Be Done
Edgar Guest

Somebody said that it couldn't be done,
But he with a chuckle replied
That "maybe it couldn't," but he would be one
Who wouldn't say so till he'd tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.

Somebody scoffed: "Oh, you'll never do that;
At least no one ever has done it";
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
And the first thing we knew he'd begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.

There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure;
There are thousands to point out to you, one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start to sing as you tackle the thing
That "cannot be done," and you'll do it.