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Monday, June 8, 2009

twenty-seven friends of three-hundred and twenty-two
each with their own set of dreams and fears
unforgetable memories and regrets too
and yet of all of them
not even one
cares to say my name

2 comments:

  1. Patrick.

    There. I said it.

    What brought this on?

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  2. That was written too long ago to remember exactly what induced the state of stupidity. I get that type of feeling all the time. It is a common theme in my poetry

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