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About This Poem
Free Thought
There is an animal in my head
That is dying to be feed
He needs to be set free
In the form of literacy
He has so many things to say
Things to share, words to display
Feeling that are deep within
Kept in hiding like a deadly sin
I have found a way to be free
In the form of writing spree
If I offend I meant no harm
Just innocent words of charm
The animal is caged once again
I don’t want you to think I’m inhumane
I will let him free in a little while
When I need to release my style
Duane A. LaChance Sr. – 2012
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