A Call to All

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    A Call to All
    Feel me feel me. Please don't kill me. you can take the same time to just pray for me. Excuse me excuse me. Didn't you notice me. I thought we were together, but now its just me! Kill me Kill me! For I'm not worth living. But before you do, think...How many are like me? Hear me, hear me! This is not a plea. Just hoping the reader would feel me! Teach me, teach me, oh Lord of your ways. For death is easy. What hurt are the days... The days of being alone, or being loved from afar. The days I wake up feeling like I'm trapped in a jar. Feel me! Feel me! All the love in this young man's heart. Ready, and willing, to implode my work of art!

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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