A mausoleum of the restless dead,
What once was written, once was read,
But now lies useless, forever entombed,
Within a notebook somewhere in my room.
It once had a meaning, not worthless perhaps,
But now serves no use, like some war in Iraq.
The words inscribed there,
Written in inspired air,
Are wasted, are wasting,
Out of sight, out of care.














Devious Comments
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For the same reason you can't see your nose on Thursdays.
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Great concept & eloquently expressed.
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Show then tell.
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You, sir, have offended me
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Peace and love!
-Chi
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