Poem Details
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Title: | Tall Oaks |
Author: | Anonymous |
Date Submitted: | 2/3/2009 |
Poem: |
The bouncing cyber dating envelopes Swamping the in-box unexpectedly Answering a profile baring its soul Time has come to delete everything Bipolar is not my worst enemy The ones who shun us are sicker The seeds planted on shallow ground Ones who see imperfection outward They never look at the face in the mirror Except to put their made-up face on So stand up when feeling strange and alone So many will come unexpectedly Ones who keep their side of the street clean They’re the tall oaks planted firmly In the dark fertile earth of pain and love…... |