Email Poem

Your IP Address: 216.73.216.128

From Email:	Required Email Address Not Valid.
To Email:	Email Address Not Valid. Required
Subject	Required
Personal Note:
Poem Title:
Poem	It isn't the body That's a stranger. It's someone else. We poke the same Ugly mug At the world. When I scratch He scratches too. There are women Who claim to have held him. A dog Follows me about. It might be his. If I'm quiet, he's quieter. So I forget him. Yet, as I bend down To tie my shoelaces, He's standing up. We caste a single shadow. Whose shadow? I'd like to say: "He was un the beginning And he'll be in the end," But one can't be sure. At night As I sit Shuffling the cards of our silence, I say to him: "Though you utter Every one of my words, You are a stranger. It's time you spoke."
	Type the characters you see in the picture Required