06-01-97

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  • Confusion

    06-01-97
    Feeling down feeling out What in the hell is this all about? Touching on this touching on that I keep my green eyes up under my hat Feeling some here feeling som there I start to wonder should I even care? Days of the old days of the new Do you ever feel so confused? I start to wonder whats happening next My next form of torture just one more test I try to tell myself again Waiting for one real true friend

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    HarverTomsson commented on 06-01-97

    08-08-2009

    You are one intense dude, dude. but you nailed one line, "I keep my green eyes up under my hat," I'll remember that for awhile, it's that good.
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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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