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the weight

The weight He had written two short books Wanted to show her, his work, Not now she said, I’m watching telly. Around the beam that keeps the heaven’s roof from falling down, He slung a rope fastened to a scrap iron drum using Himself as a counterweight. He hoisted the drum up, but he was too heavy He carried too much weight of pride. He cried in the night struggled to get rid of unwanted feelings The drum becomes lighter, descended until He was lifted to the top of the beam feeling free Of false pride and ambition. Why did you cry so much in the night? He was asked. He smiled, was at ease with himself, but didn’t answer.

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Date: 1/15/2020 1:21:00 AM
Aw he was so sad that she didn't read his book?? A great sublime metaphoric poem wow! He shouldn't hang himself, nor let his face hang, just do such fantastic word play and write with paper weights only. Kudos. Pls pleez do review/ comment my newest poem too.
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jan oskar hansen
Date: 1/15/2020 6:40:00 AM
thank you, S. zaynab Kamoonpui