PrologueA Poem by Emily SteenOnce I believed myself to be quite intelligent. What I presume to know may very well just be vapor. I hear it all, and in my core How horribly we, Life, as a whole, could attain a new facet of joy did we not regard one another so I only know that I, man alive that I am, And us, with our pious eyes! Looking over the slope of my being, I am enclosed and the terror I periodically face makes me glad that my eyes, from time to time, decide not to see. © 2011 Emily SteenReviews
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2 Reviews Added on July 13, 2011 Last Updated on July 13, 2011 AuthorEmily SteenCorinth, MSAboutI'm a married mom of three, and....I aspire to write. Or, I write and want to do it more. Anyway, I'm here and I'm probably like a lot of you. So hello. I blog. http://emylibef.com more..Writing
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