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The gray sky stifles me
with it's thick fog
of underlying epistles,
causing my soul to shudder

I feel as heavy as a mountain,
but I'm only a molehill
on the edge of earths bend

my hands, he says
are too small
to write big
so I stick to the surface
and scribe
of faint occurrences
that define naught

because he's fearful
of my poems truth 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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Date: 10/12/2008 7:21:00 AM
Do not remain stifled! You are great and greater still when you are no longer unbounded by chains to be TRUE to yourself! Best of days and be happy! Brgds. George
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