Like rain

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    something I wrote in gym class,since I forgot my sneakers....I in a way intended it for those who don't think of poets as artists.

    Like rain

    I am an artist,
    painting on the walls
    of my mind with
    shaking hands,
    storing whispers in
    jars as my paint.

    Occasionally,
    my thoughts escape,
    leaking our of my mind,
    wet like fresh paint
    and dripping like rain,
    onto my notebook's
    pages and into the
    World,
    were everyone can seem them
    these words that might
    have been mine...
    Alone.

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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