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Poetry By: devilrod

Any moment could be my last.
No new concept, really.

Submitted:May 6, 2007    Reads: 106    Comments: 6    Likes: 0   

In a rush of excitement and enthusiasm

On receiving my epiphany

I ran out into the street

To exclaim it

Where I was promptly smashed by a bus

Lending credence to my idea

That every mundane moment is worthy of my full attention


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