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Poetry By
Bill Lythgoe
I am therefore I think. I have eyes therefore I see. God does not exist I am a law-abiding citizen who likes to relax occasionally to excess, I am a senior citizen therefore I remember I am a rational being therefore I notice I sometimes have doubts about my own sanity I am a poet therefore I am aware I am alive therefore I shall witness
She haunts my house, walking through walls, Dead hands in the dark Last night I saw Fear parts my lips— |
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