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Poetic Justice

I am ashamed Truly I am. For poetry is art and not a sword I take my leave No face for you to slap Spit on my verse For my verse is my heart The blood that flows is my own A tout le monde Apologies.

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Cesar Cantu

Date: 5/24/2009 7:13:00 PM

Uuuuuu, there's someone here who really loves and feels identified with his rhymes, and that's what matters the most in a poet, good job!! thanks for sharing =D=D

L'Nass Shango

Date: 5/22/2009 8:56:00 AM

Gentlemanly and curt ... the phrasing of mastery ... great write.

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 5/20/2009 9:51:00 PM

your verse is your heart,your bear is your heart---poetry is an art,we all seeit in different perspectives kiddo,but it is art and written music--charma

Shmuk Sheck

Date: 5/20/2009 5:13:00 PM

Wow... This will make a baby cry... that is how good it is...