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The porcelain does not op'rate
My career does commiserate
Not from choking on food I ate
My many flushed dreams did compilate

So now mightily I am confused
Spinning wreckless and feeling used
Talons clenched, they are quite amused
To my desk I'm now painfully fused

I question all for one solution
Not an end all resolution
Just a tiny revolution
To overcome minds institution

From my family, just understanding
And work too, please, less demanding
Else more dreams will be left standing
My ears bleed from self reprimanding

Within my head none will ever be
No one will use my eyes to see
The help I get is not the key
Won't someone help us listen to me?

"All computers are garbage. They only contain answers." ~ Pablo Picasso

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The following comments are for "Deaf to Internal Ears"
by JLimer

Nice Flow
That you got going here. I enjoyed the rhythm, it flowed nicely.


( Posted by: JEANNIE45 [Member] On: October 14, 2005 )

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