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Poetic Prowess September 5, 2007

Posted by shadows15 in Poetry.





The haters are a part of my fruits of labor,


My grapes of wrath,


and when my reach exceeds my grasp, I concentrate on what I have, not what I had!


Chasing greatness with patience


I paid my dues patiently waiting for payment.


The results of an insult


Sting like a wound in salt.




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