Things

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Things

The boy makes me angry
He is too serious
He can not let go of things...
not for a moment

Things, Things, Things
No relief
Too many things...

Doesn't want to play
Things, Things, Things

I'll just wait and see
If he wakes me up
I'm tired of his Things...

He is a dull boy
I'm not going to watch him
Too many Things...

-Spider

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

Spider’s Poems (24)

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No Echos 1
Never Cry 0
Quiet Tears 0
Lost Soul 0
The Answer 1
The Game 1
The Other One 0
Things 0
Game Over 0
Beware the Black Widow 0
Just Whisper 0
My Love 1
Cry Not Words 0
That Day 1
No Longer to Me 0
Tunnel of Time 0
Fragments 0
Never Forgotten 0
The Quiet Voices are Killing Softly 0
In My Needing 0
The Rose 1
Nightmare 0
No More Tears 1
Forbidden Love 0