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Let It All Hang Out
I remember when I first came here….
How can I get on page one and have my picture there?
And now, after a number of years, I think I was looney.
I mean who was I trying to impress?
And do you know what?
I have no answer.
I still have pages printed when I was number three commenter?
There’s no way I would ever do that again.
I found there was something called life, family, friends.
Thar Poetry Soup, was not my entire life.
Oh yes, big deal I was in the first anthology, but so what?
I remember going about telling people I was a poet?
It gave me a real rush to say that, back then.
What now? I don’t want to be on the front page.!.
There is room for far talented others.
I don’t need my picture anymore on the front page,
To validate who I am.who I am as a human being.
Nor would I stay online all day like I used to.
That was-so wildly bizarre .
I’m glad I have the friends I do and the friends that left? Left!
It’s marvelous to be free of seeking admiration!
I’d rather honor just a few and have friends true blue!
So if you don’t see me around or running for trophies,
Just know, it is just not my thing!!
I’ll applaud you when I am here……………
For some of you, will always be dear……..
Write free……….be free………….
There’s only one life you have, you see?
Hugs,
Pangie xx
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Panagiota Romios
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