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      At one time I was the rug you laid on..the 
  chair you sat the bed you rested... now I am a house plant.. watching the air and the bugs why.. the why of why  | 
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      That is very sad,good though 
    things will get better with time  | 
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      good poem... 
  sometimes I feel like a mushroom  
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      i like that so what do u do if u feel like a shadow in sum1s life
     
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      Very good Krowrwaven. I know what you mean.
     
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      I have had these exact feelings.  You really have a gift!
     
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      poemA-depression 
  The white is all I see but words flood my eyes when I want to see all the more- maybe the alligator can sum up my teeth thoughts in a bucket for your hand to pick up and dump ..It is the sinking of things that puts me in a chair the in-activity the vacuum the invisible -ness thru a crowd a desert a crow sits wondering how it became a crow I too wonder.. how I am all I am and nothing too  | 
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      Dam...another good one, 
  you have a great style to your art,your poems ![]() keep up the good work Newbee...Sir Raven Nice work  
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      THATS SOME GOOD WORK ! 
   
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      Really nice work Krow -- 
   
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      thank you all...
     
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      Very good pieces. Keep them coming.
     
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