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An Eye

Early morning I sit with Pen, Deciding to write my rhymes again. The cap came off and the ink went down. I closed my eyes.Two open my crown. Move over grids of paper it did, writing into lines I see in my head. Forming into shapes of color indeed, An eye appeared on my hand as a seed. The cap comes off and the ink goes down. When I close my eye... Two open my crown.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 5/26/2009 10:13:00 AM
There was a trombonist in Jamaica ... an immortally great in the universe of sounds: Don Drummond ... the artist has left us for the celestial band ... man, he would blow your poems from the heart. No paper scores, or lines!
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Date: 5/26/2009 9:32:00 AM
nice i like how sweet it flows and its hottt well im looking forward to more
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