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It is said by those who are Strange, that Hell... Is the feeling of inspiration with the inability to express it. and Heaven... From beginning to end is the perfect poem written in one stroke of a pen. These are the ones we call Strange! Strange are the those with ink in their veins. Strange, are the those who's fingertips are stained. Strange, are the those who can't sleep at night, Strange, is the passion that drives them to write. Strange, are the those who use language as a tool, Strange, are the those like myself, who hated English, in school. Strange, are the those fired for writing on the job. Lost their inspiration, damn they got robbed. Strange, are the those now with time on their hands, looking for a sympathetic listener who understands. Strange, are the many things that go unexplained. Strange, are the those who are called poet by name. Strange, the only description for those with words to sell. For only with time, do their stories prevail. The romantic pictures they paint, the epic adventures they tell. Strange is why they share their raptures of heaven or their exploits in hell. Strange is why they take you with them, wherever they dwell. ... Strange

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Date: 12/31/2019 11:48:00 PM
Uh-oh! You truly did find me in this poem. Especially in this line: "Strange, are the those who can't sleep at night"
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Robert Kinard
Date: 1/1/2020 8:20:00 AM
Strange are those who are called Poet by name. And you be happy to know that most poets aren't wrapped to tight. Is what we are. Thanks for reading.
Date: 12/28/2019 5:57:00 PM
Love this! Stranger still those who do not write, read only roses are red poems...hmm, strange :)
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Robert Kinard
Date: 12/28/2019 9:06:00 PM
Thanks Kim!