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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My, My, My My life is a crack in the concrete My faith is an old newspaper cutout My soul is the drifting clouds My heart is a crystal sphinx My core is as solid as a cup of pudding My voice is a hundred tapping feet So many words circle around my mind Reminding me I could never speak them all I wish the sky was closer so I could touch it When I feel like I'm falling from oh so high Many times I feel like I'm selling stories Good enough to be read but never instant classics These feelings I feel are taped to my heart But the duct tape is slowly peeling away A lot of verbs represent what I like to do But there's a lot of verbs I'll never experience Yet maybe if the iron walls come crashing I'll experience life like a brand new dictionary My life is a leaf falling to the ground My faith is an old unread novel My soul is the stars in the universe My heart is a sabertooth tiger My core is merely a collection of bottle caps My voice is a hundred buzzing vuvuzelas Days pass where I cut words from magazines Folding them up into old albums I'll never look at again I keep dipping my feet into pits of brownie mix Wishing I could taste yet I lack a tongue Most of the time I'm living an ancient ghost story Locked in the basement of a haunted mansion Yet these wood paneled walls can't keep me in Not when I'm as tall as any adjective in my mind Not a day passes when I don't look at the sky To see if I can cut the truth from the very clouds It's like a hundred new mysteries each and every day Just waiting for eager minds to find them My life is the sun setting in the horizon My faith is an old countryside sit-in diner My soul is the song of a million grasshoppers My core is the binding of an old book My voice is the breath of a thousand sleeping babies
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