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Smoking sticks Trying anything to kick These feelings of guilt Life from a distance surrounds me at times Like the apprehensions of a dance Madness the swing, the howling and singing Waves flown by, with people so high As I quietly pass by.

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Poet Destroyer A

Date: 11/8/2015 1:08:00 PM

Daniel, WELCOME to poetry soup. I hope you have fun with this wonderful community. You'll find many friendly poets who are ready to support and give positive feedback. I will enjoy following you and your poetry :) We are Lucky To Have you. Enjoy Poetry Soup:) Your New Poet Friend @-> LINDA <-@

Skat A

Date: 11/6/2015 9:24:00 PM

Daniel, Welcome to Poetry Soup. It will be a delight to read and become familiar with your poems in the future. As for now, I will greet you with the same smile others passed when I first joined the soup. Wishing you and your poetry the best. I hope you get to meet all the nice poets around here STARTING with me- SKAT :-) Please drop a hello and tell me a little about yourself if you wish. I would like to be your newest poetry soup "FRIEND" Hugs* SKAT