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Your Sickness

Where's the zeal in being a zealot? Single minded entities always Forcing, pushing, constantly attack. Keep your sick. altered, mechanistic Ideals far away from me. Thanks but no, I can think for myself, No need for your help Feels like the Crusades- believe or die Look and see I’ll never be Your brainwashed puppet

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Mel Merrill

Date: 4/12/2014 4:49:00 AM

Nice write, Amy It's descriptive, passionate and real--like it. Great opening line, btw. Hope to see ya soon. hugs // mel // :)

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 4/10/2014 8:30:00 PM

It is good to defend our minds against drastic thinking. Thanks so much for picking my poem I appreciate it. I am curious, two of the top placing poems seemed to have nothing to do with the contest. Perhaps I am missing something. My curiosity always gets the best of me, please forgive me for asking.

Amy Green
Date: 4/11/2014 8:12:00 AM

I wrote a blog about it. I messed up and somehow they ended up there, not sure what I did, but you are correct. They are not supposed to be there, there was only one 1st place winner.