Weirdness
We are all a little weird.And that's something to be feared.
But when we gather up in groups or pairs.
No one confronts us or even dares.
Look in the sky and there's a dove.
We like our weirdness and we call it love.
Weirdness
We are all a little weird.Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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Forever Light | 0 | 11/05/2015 |
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Decomposing | 0 | 12/02/2014 |
Not Fair | 0 | 06/13/2014 |
Games | 0 | 06/08/2014 |
Oh mighty WiFi | 0 | 06/08/2014 |
Weirdness | 0 | 06/07/2014 |
If I could | 1 | 11/14/2012 |
Little One | 0 | 05/24/2012 |
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Take Me | 0 | 02/13/2010 |
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Junior | 0 | 06/19/2009 |
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Identity | 1 | 06/19/2009 |
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