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Sage of words, to read.
Counting every heart beat.
One that looked upon life.
Tears hidden from strife.
Wanting all to read.
His words like flowering seeds.
His anchor was mankind.
The war he knew, unkind.
When one hears the WHITMAN name.
A poet of kingly fame.

3/4/2014 JOE POEWHIT

JESUS SAVES

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SCRATCHES ON THE PAGE,
MAKING NOISE


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The following comments are for "WALT WHITMAN"
by poewhit

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I think your poem would have better flow and more depth without a period at the end of each line.

BW

( Posted by: BWOz [Member] On: March 5, 2014 )

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Thanks for the advice on the periods. Just the way I write. Have a good day. Joe

( Posted by: poewhit [Member] On: March 6, 2014 )





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