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just wondering why no-one wants to say thank you for giving you the opportunity to read awesome poems i think or wrote? i think, therefore i am.
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a gunslingin' hero from my early teens, the great American novel i never quite wrote
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a character i made up i like to write about
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a night lolling outside a coffe-house, and another night during cold weather at a cooolllll bar, a poem on a napkin resulted in this
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native american, a culture and society that transcends, and includes irishmen, and you
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memories of people i've met, in a different lifetime, and a different world
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arrrrghhhhhh
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angst, a bard out of time, in a world i dint make; thank God, i wunt waunt the blame
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i was 14 ir 15, mighta been 16, but i knew then, love hurts,
Nazereth said so.
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