Pass the Love

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Pass the Love

I don't know whats wrong, not mentally... nor physically. I don't know what I was meant for, but I had a good mentor. I feel so weak, it seems everything inside of me is playing hide n' seek. My heart is searching for the one, when I find her... it will be said and done. For now I am without, don't know if I should shout... or pout. Don't you see , love is everything to me... like music but a symphony. From me that is what you get, pass the love and never quit.

                   TLA  Jay Dick

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Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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