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Asi Sansell

Asi Sansell

The lost poem

It was everything that
A poor man had
The poem in the pocket back
But he losted it in the track
Of an insane stupid mind
So now the man has lost
Both insanity
And his poetry
Now he is just one
Now he is no more than most.

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Robert L. Martin

Robert L. Martin

 9y

The poor guy. At least now he is on an even keel with most everybody else

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Asi Sansell

Asi Sansell

 9y

To a dreamer that is a death.

Robert L. Martin

Robert L. Martin

 9y

That's for sure

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