my fear (challenge answered)

Papers and pencils litter the floor
bells ringing loudly, they come back for more
departing, they’re fed as they’re handed a score
in spirit still wealthy in knowledge still poor.




Poetry by R.
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Written on 2006-10-16 at 07:12

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Justin M.
ive got a response to this one, it will be promptly titled... Response:(first line of piece)
2006-10-25



Excellent perception poem R. my fear is never getting the balance between the two! Smiling at you, Tai
2006-10-24