In the Margins of My Econ Notebook, Evening of September 15, 2008A Poem by speakingcolorsIn the margins of our paper, between the red line and the edge of the page, we find out who we really are. For in that space, that narrow space, we scribble our most important thoughts. We may surprise ourselves, writing the words we never knew we had. But we never, no we never cross the red line. © 2008 speakingcolorsReviews
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1 Review Added on September 15, 2008 Authorspeakingcolorssomewhere outside looking in, PAAboutpoet/songwriter/author sometimes I feel so much it hurts. i have all these thoughts running through my head, little segments of a whole that i can't see. most of them never get put down in writ.. more..Writing
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