CynicA Poem by James Paulin
too high the cost of the aim no matter if value priceless change is full of wont and don’t so sad an ordeal are failures risk is a loss of self-control rely on that which is for sure repeat, proceed without error to place one’s hopes on a dream wastes a lot of time and dollars same ways will work once again never doubt or any uncertainty why reinvent and take a chance but lack of improvement, a mystery © 2009 James PaulinFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on December 13, 2009 AuthorJames PaulinMIAboutAfter 38 years of working as an automotive design sculptor, I retired and have been doing a bit of fishing and writing poems. I've gotten better at both and had some recognition. Most of my poems are .. more..Writing
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