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Inner Dialogue

My inner dialogue speaks to me. Like music, it inspires my creativity. One hundred words swirling in my mind. It makes me dizzy, as I try to unwind. Will my name go down in history? Along with Frost, Poe & Shelley? They are my masters of the verse. Prose is my passion & pain is my curse.

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 8/20/2018 9:58:00 PM

I wake up hearing the last lines of a poem. That is how I got the Poem about mastication that has had so many comments. It is called "I Masticate a Lot!"

Jeffrey Heathfield

Date: 8/5/2018 2:54:00 AM

Sad to see this still happening! Thoughtful read.

Jeffrey Heathfield

Date: 8/5/2018 2:48:00 AM

Enjoyable read 'words swirling in my mind' made me smile!