Edwin Baldwin Poet Lyric

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Toil, scribble, and all for naught, as from mind to paper is willfully sought.

The holy of holy’s was just hear, swimming in my head so vivid, and clear.  

Forever lost in this translation, I humbly submit to you, my best interpretation. 



by Edwin Baldwin    12-20-11

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Andrea Dietrich February 18, 2012 at 10:19 PM also I just noticed this won a contest? don't know which one. But a belated congrats to you!

Andrea Dietrich February 18, 2012 at 10:18 PM this is really nice, Edwin. I think there are a few spelling mistakes in it. But what you are saying is really cool "here"!

Joe Maverick December 22, 2011 at 1:59 PM You know i really like the simple, strong, honest way of this write.. i am pleased to offer my congratulations Edwin on the placement taken here..!

Black Eyed Susan December 21, 2011 at 6:24 PM i like the way you said this - especially your last line. congrats on your win!

Carol Sunshine Brown December 21, 2011 at 4:11 AM Congratulations on your well deserved win in ^Rick Parise's "Poetry On Poetry" contest Edwin. Love, Carol

Kash Poet December 21, 2011 at 3:54 AM Very nice Edwin.Congratulations on your win.

David Williams December 21, 2011 at 1:53 AM Edwin congrats on your win..David

Bob Quigley December 20, 2011 at 9:48 PM Congratulations on your win Edwin

Andrea Dietrich December 20, 2011 at 9:47 PM Very nice thoughts, Edwin. Congrats on your win.