DefinitionA Poem by Pen Draggin'For what its worth. What does that even mean? Often my words HAVE no monetary value; worth only (one over two) the value I place on my sanity. Can a person love work? I love my work and yet work is tedious and a hard thing to do. I call my love work. But why must you take it, take the time and energy the raw physical labor that I was planning on saving for the cause. It is because of love that I allow these transgressions. Just as I cannot decry a word for it's limited meanings, I can only love it more for its poignant use. © 2009 Pen Draggin'Reviews
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3 Reviews Added on October 3, 2009 Last Updated on October 11, 2009 AuthorPen Draggin'Portland, ORAboutHi! I'm Kelsey, I'm 22 years old with a passion for poetry. I write because it is innate and, quite simply, I'm pretty f*****g good at it. I love the rain. I will always belong to the Northwest. I sa.. more..Writing
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