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Gifts Gifts are what matter the most. Where's the talent without its host? Where's the paper without the pen? What is repetition without doing again? Where's the car without its driver? Where's the home without the family? Where's hope without faith? Where's the song without the singer? Where's the vocalist without the musician? Where's the tune without the melody? Where are the words without the lyrics? Where's the music without the instrument? Where's the orchestra without the conductor? Where's the production without the producer? Where's the tree without its root? Where's the branch without the tree? Where are the leaves without the branches? Where are the flowers without their stems? Where are the petals without the flower? Where is spring without its showers? Where is summer without heat? Where is winter without the cold? Where is autumn without the breeze? Where is love without passion? Where is affection without attraction? Where is deed without action? What is math without its equations? What is a word without persuasion? Where's a sign without indication? Where's the line without a starting point? What are bones without their joints? What is a body without chemistry? Everything has a gift. Everything has a function. These things work together in perfect conjunction. Gifts, yes indeed, gifts.

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Date: 6/6/2014 9:11:00 PM
This poem is great! I like how you asked questions that make perfect sense and they are somewhat rhetorical questions. Gifts is a thoughtful title for a poem. Where do babies come from? I always think of children as gifts too.
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Sarah Herring
Date: 6/6/2014 9:53:00 PM
Thank you!! I wondered if rhetorical would be acceptable, but it somehow fits into this particular piece. I absolutely agree. Anything can be a gift. It depends on how one perceives it.
Date: 5/25/2014 11:24:00 PM
.....Drum Roll....And...Where Is 'Creation Without, Their Creator.' *.* Daddyyyy, How Come Most In This World Seem To Worship Anything As Everything Except, YOU ? Come On Genavieve We're Going To Beeeee Laaaatteee....Hi Beautiful Princess Poetess, Your Painting Is Pretty....Love, Jeremy *
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Sarah Herring
Date: 5/26/2014 10:00:00 AM
:) I love it, Jeremy! Perfect ending. That's actually the underlying theme of this poem. Thank you for the compliment :) ~Princess~

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