The Beast Fled
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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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Salty Tears | 2 | 04/01/2009 |
| Morning | 2 | 08/18/2009 |
| Fun With Cyber Send | 1 | 03/26/2009 |
| Other Side Of Somewhere | 0 | 03/26/2009 |
| I'll Tell It High | 0 | 03/26/2009 |
| One Never Knows | 1 | 03/19/2009 |
| Color of Turn | 0 | 03/19/2009 |
| Dragon | 1 | 03/17/2009 |
| Shadows | 1 | 08/18/2009 |
| Crack-ed | 0 | 03/10/2009 |
| Just Imagine | 0 | 03/10/2009 |
| Summer of '69 | 0 | 09/21/2009 |
| Bloody Cop | 1 | 03/10/2009 |
| The Garden | 1 | 08/11/2009 |
| Loneliness | 0 | 03/10/2009 |
| The Beast Fled | 0 | 03/10/2009 |
| Limbo | 0 | 03/10/2009 |
| Crack and the White Picket Fence | 1 | 03/10/2009 |
| Morning | 2 | 08/26/2009 |
| Blink of An Eye | 0 | 02/10/2009 |
| Lady of the Night | 2 | 01/21/2009 |
| Crack and the White Picket Fence | 1 | 08/11/2009 |
| Deader Than A Doornail | 1 | 01/21/2009 |
| Obama's Light | 1 | 01/20/2009 |
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