| My sight is so bad that my next perscription is a dog.
-Drew Hastings
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| Clouds float like cryptic phrases, interpreted differently by all who lay on their backs and stare. |
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| Permanent satisfaction is a state of innocent bliss or the life of a fool. |
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| i hate rhyme scheme and meter and all things constraining like capitalization and punctuation why can't i use a preposition when ever i damn well please like at the start of my sentence and who the
hell
decides when my sentence has "run-on" do you really need a question mark to mark my questions or can't we all just see what i mean or mor importantly what the reader perceives i mean because the reader's
perception
is the most important part of reading anyway so who cares how i write because
i know
when i'm wrong and still believe i'm right |
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| I once was an eagle, flying high and proud
Above the world below. The view from atop was
Nearly as nice as the scene when soaring below
The trees and bridges that marked my river home.
I never thought, 'til I plucked my wings, the symbol
With which I was tied, so now I know and often
Wished to return to that home. In that place
Where we championed all, our sight caused envy
If not fear, and we stood so high upon the perch
To remind all of our presence. A local symbol that
Was stripped from a nation to show our great pride.
However happy I was to fly amongst my fellow birds,
We turned in our wings for another life where we
Again would stare to the sky with envy of the
Eagles still there. A fomer member of such a proud
Group, I realize how restraining the ground can
Be, but as I struggle to relearn to fly amongst
The clouds, to regain the priviledge attached to eagle's wings. |
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