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The Third in 'A POET' series

Submitted:Nov 17, 2006    Reads: 98    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

The Poet�

who is now dead

�lies motionless upon the bed;

�A white sheet covers his feet

�but nobody sees

�that he's deathly asleep.

�He holds nothing

�in his curled hands

�he waits for Nothing's eyes.

But the autopsy proves

�he wasn't real

�He was a dream to himself

To Visit God.


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