Now...This Is 'My' Question?
Accomplishments done are just what they are.
A means to reveal who is supportive of those who succeed.
And,
Exposes those who choose to believe...
The ones who are motivated,
Think they are better than those who are lazy...
And have no ambition!
'What? '
Listen!
Now...
This is 'my' question?
Why would anyone who is focused to accomplish,
Spend their time wondering 'why' others are wasting theirs?
'It depends on who you are asking! '
However...
I am sure this makes 'some' sense,
To those with little of that left!
And leaving many influenced to be impressed by it!
'Why would anyone focused on doing 'something'...
Stop that to become attracted by those doing nothing at all? '
That's the point 'they' are trying to make!
Why aren't they given more attention?
'For what? '
Doing nothing!
And wanting to be honored for it.
'Oh!
That's called entitlement.
You know...
I 'see' therefore it's 'mine' to claim.
Mine to defame and shame who I please.
To get others to believe in me.
As I teach them the benefits of deceit.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Keep Focused
Whether I am on your list...
Or do not make an appearance at all.
Guest what?
Not a footprint on this path I have made,
Belongs to anyone else....
Who can claim a doing with little assistance.
I keep focused!
And guest what...?
You can compare me to anyone you please.
But I have never been impressed,
By your ability to stretch an imagination.
Why?
I keep focused!
And I try...
To stay focused.
And I choose not to guess how or when...
You have managed to do what you've done,
Without sweat or eyes dried,
As if a tear you have never cried.
Why?
I keep focused!
And I try...
To stay focused.
But I do believe the path you have chosen,
Has been repaved over so many times,
As to accomodate those who have found their way to go...
Much easier than the one I pioneered.
And I know it shows,
I am focused.
And I try...
To stay focused.
Yes I try...
To stay focused.
Whether I am on your list...
Or do not make an appearance at all.
Guest what?
Not a footprint on this path I have made,
Belongs to anyone else....
Who can claim a doing with little assistance.
I've updated and changed my list of preferenced wishes,
So many times...
I might have even been on the top of your list,
But...
Having a mind like this with desires to exist,
And improve what I do...
I keep focused.
With that in my mind,
That's kept...
Noticed.
With a leaving behind...
Those provoking others with their jokes!
To keep me...
Focused.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Digressive Detectors
I've been told on a few occasions,
That I don't spend time fine tuning my poems...
To enhance any 'suspected' relevant,
Thought process.
Digressive detectors,
Are all over the place these days.
And I share with those critics...
They have no idea of the amount of time I spend,
Seeking new avenues to avoid making sense at all.
Or ease into a way to expose my humility.
Please!
I have achievements to accomplish!
To add additional clarity...
For those probing.
I look at it this way...
Anything anyone should find of mine,
To critique with criticisms?
Keep this in mind...
That which you claim to find that is mine,
You have made an illegitimate claim!
Nothing of mine is yours to find,
Had I not put it there.
Hoping you'd be with a microscope.
So...
Probe on!
And if you find anything about me...
Or what I've written,
You might believe I am not aware...
Please,
Make that known.
But not to me.
I may be too busy...
Plotting to divulge actual evidence to prove,
I know exactly what I'm doing.
And...
I want to ensure,
You reveal your findings...
And make my mistakes public!
I am in waiting for another fool,
To believe I am one as well.
They've got to make up what they say,
Although it is dumb!
Digressive detectors.
Probing on the run.
They've got to make up what they say,
Although it is dumb!
Digressive detectors.
Probing on the run.
I may be too busy...
Plotting to divulge actual evidence to prove,
I know exactly what I'm doing.
So...
Probe on!
And if you find anything about me...
Or what I've written,
You might believe I am not aware...
Please,
Make that known.
But not to me.
I am not impressed,
With your digressions.
They've got to make up what they say,
Although it is dumb!
Digressive detectors.
Probing on the run.
They've got to make up what they say,
Although it is dumb!
Digressive detectors.
Probing on the run.
They've got to make up what they say,
Although it is dumb!
Digressive detectors.
Probing on the run.
Digressive detectors.
Probing on the run!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Do You Do It?
so much time energy
constantly focused
on pain suffering
memories of what you had
what you endured
at hands of fate or karma
is it not time...
to devote your
sustaining life force
to positive
celebration
of possibility life...
to all you may
accomplish achieve
with just a small part
of your time energy
focused instead upon
attaining future accomplishments
poem by Terence George Craddock
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If You Are Not Feeling It
Do you have it in yourself to achieve?
Are you bothered by listening and discipline?
Does either one of them or both...
Make you cringe?
Especially when someone experienced,
Tells you over and over again...
Those are the two key elements to success.
And you regard criticisms, advice and suggestions...
As being offensive to your sensitivities?
Plus you rather socialize than to sacrifice your time,
To do anything that prioritizes...
What you claim to have love and interest to do.
And there is no loyalty or devotion applied?
Where is your passion?
Do 'I' think you have it in yourself to achieve?
That's the question you did ask me,
Right?
Well...
You have none of that of which I just mentioned.
Was that a trick question?
Or did you just want to see me laugh?
And why would you ask me,
A question like that in the first place?
If you are not feeling it...
What makes you believe that I can feel 'that',
Coming from you?
Stop seeking attention.
Stop seeking acceptance.
Start...
Believing in yourself and your abilities,
And you will never have to ask me...
Or anyone else,
A question like that again.
Now get out of my face.
You're wasting 'my' time.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When I Satisfy That Need
More money is spent,
Advertising nonsense.
Than there is right now...
Documented in our government!
There is a need to convince,
Those without common sense...
That a hypnotizing way of life,
Depends on nonexisting cash on hand...
And a system no longer that can produce it!
Cash as it is...is completely valueless.
The only thing left,
Are pretensions to bolster.
And the need to keep them lifted!
'You are going to want to kiss my tender lips.
And when I satisfy that need,
You will forget the onslaught...
Of your mental conflicts.'
WHAT?
What has that got to do with ANYTHING?
'Nothing!
I just want to change the conversation.
And take your mind off a nonstop slide,
Into total devastation.
I'm gonna make you my secret 'boo'.
That passion you keep...
Tingles me to shivers.
Everytime you express your point of view.'
You are crazed!
'YES!
Finally you are focused.
And my yearning has been confirmed.
Now we are getting somewhere.'
And you say you wouldn't make a good politician?
I beg to differ!
'Sssshhhh...
Stay focused! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Under
I got empty point to make
it's about a faith
an empty point of view
it's stinky through and through
so you think you've got some problems?
so you think you've got it bad?
good boy
gone bad
so sorry
so sad
makes you wonder if you can
it takes you puts you in a can
one thing I'm gonna do
something you don't want to view
(unknown)
this is mine
this is my world
this is mine
I got a fresh opinion now
I can tell you how
I think it's best just to take it and go under
oh take some
swallow you can't miss
let's you spend some time in bliss
oh come on down
oh come on down
oh welcome
this is my world
this is mine
this is my world
this is all mine
oh it's all mine
song performed by by Filter from Short Bus
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Please Do Not Take This Personally
I am impressed by your progress.
And 'controlled' ability to listen.
'That' I applaud.
We both have shown tremendous growth.
However,
I must bring this to your attention!
That you still refuse to regard my opinion,
Is a matter of your own survival.
I can only extend my best wishes.
But I will 'suggest' this...
Maybe vacating the entire building,
Before the wrecking ball swings.
And the building gets hit?
Leaving it,
Will decrease my 'suspicions'...
That you and your followers will suffer fatalities.
And maybe life long injuries that 'will' exist!
I'm not wishing this.
Perhaps it is an 'intuitive' perception.
Perhaps?
'How would you know this?
What experience do you have?
Why do you attempt to undermine my leadership?
And question my competence?
When 'that' stirs your jealousy.
And to see it is so sad!
When you can produce documented proof,
Perhaps 'then' your 'opinions...
Will be for us more significant.
Until then,
Things will be done as I see fit!
And I can see already,
You are envious of this!
Right now,
And please do not take this personally!
But right now,
I see you as an arrogant and egotistical opportunist!
Using that wrecking ball as a means to make a point,
You have yet to prove.'
You are right.
We do have communication problems.
However...
I do not foresee them as being in our way too much longer!
'I'm glad you have finally come to your senses.
You are not the only one,
With insight and observation.
And seeing it from our point of view,
There will be lessons learned for you.'
You have no idea!
And by the way...
No!
I don't.
I don't take these lessons to be learned,
As personal at all!
Not on these levels of such clarity.
In fact,
I am honored to have you teach them to me.
Lessons like these are life changing!
And once in a lifetime do they come.
Bon Voyage!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whats Mine Is Mine
Key:-
A - anita
R - ray
A: oh, oh, all right; oh, oh, allright
Oh, oh, all right; oh, oh, allright
Oh, oh, all right; oh, oh, allright
My property, my property
A: oh, oh, all right; oh, oh, allright
Oh, oh, all right; oh, oh, allright
R: whats mine is mine hold theres the line
Stop following me from the back all of the time
Theres one of me, one of a kind
Sorry Im first, excuse me do you mind
You wanna be the same and put me out of frame
I got my own style, so you must be insane
Yes theres something else you can find
So dont touch mine, whats mine is mine
A: why do you want to be like me?
Why do you want whats mine?
You know this is my property, babe, youre losing this time
You are wasting time and energy cause you just cant take whats mine
You better save your time and energy gotta get it out of your mind
Whats mine is mine!
R: step back, step back
A: whats mine is mine
Whats mine is mine
Youre wasting your time
R: step back, step back
A: whats mine is mine
Oh, oh, all right
R: dont waste your time and energy
Cause nobody in the world can be like me
Youre looking for something I already found
A smoother move, a better sound
Represent yourself as me, myself, and i
Make your own plan, come on and try!
Ideas nowadays are hard to find
But dont touch mine whats mine is mine!
A: why do you want to be like me?
Why do you want whats mine?
You know this is my property, babe, youre losing this time
You are wasting time and energy cause you just cant take whats mine
You better save your time and energy gotta get it out of your mind
Whats mine is mine!
A: oh....
R: whats mine is mine
Whats mine is mine
A: oh, oh, all right, oh, oh, all right, oh, oh, all right
My property, my property, oh, oh, all right, oh, oh, all right, oh, oh, all right
R: whats mine is mine
A: oh, oh, all right, oh, oh, all right
A: save your time and energy
R: whats mine is mine
Whats mine is mine
A: my property, my property, oh, oh, all right, oh, oh, all right, oh, oh, all right
A: you are wasting you time and energy
cause you cant just take whats mine
You better save your time and energy
Gotta get it out of your mind
Whats mine is mine
A: oh....
Whats mine is mine
Oh....
Whats mine is mine
A: you are wasting you time and energy
cause you cant just take whats mine
You better save your time and energy
Gotta get it out of your mind
Whats mine is mine
(reapeat and fade)
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That Is All I Can Do
Father...
I am doing the best I can,
To keep my eye fixed upon You.
Doing the best I can,
Father.
To keep You focused,
Glued in my view.
And,
Yes...
I know what it means to stray.
You have been with me everyday.
So you have seen that happen!
And,
Yes...
I know the circumstances,
Of my actions.
When I have not obeyed.
And to awaken afraid to suffer,
Through those consequences.
With a feeling of enemies approaching.
As I would sneak to take a peek...
From behind closed curtains.
To discover those fears,
Making a 'home' inside me.
Father God...
I am doing the best I can.
I choose to prove I can do much better.
By preparing to combat,
Those storms that confront me.
Those that come.
Giving me reason to run!
But You will not allow it.
You wish me to sit...
Trembling.
As I experience every bit of thunder,
That roars.
I cringe when passing by those lessons you teach.
Everyday when I walk across many diverse streets.
Trying to understand,
I do.
Why there is unhappiness all around.
And why those who claim to have faith...
Stumble disrespectfully on solid ground!
You teach...
That I do not want that for me.
You teach with such vivid depictions.
Father...
I am doing the best I can,
To keep my eye fixed upon You.
Yes,
It is true.
I try doing the best I can,
Father.
To keep You focused,
Glued in my view.
And that is all I can do,
My Father.
Until You...
My Guiding Light,
Disapprove of it!
With a wish not to ever,
Get You upset.
With false steps I take.
Father God...
I am doing the best I can.
And I choose to prove I can do much better.
Quickly.
Before repeating...
Any of Your lessons.
And that is all I can do,
My Father.
Until You...
My Guiding Light,
Disapprove!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All Mine
Ive got blood on my hands
From this little timid life
Its just like a man
To trust me with all his might
Ive got blood on my feet
When I kicked you back 3 weeks
If I promised to keep my mouth shut
Can I sit here while you speak
Finally mine
Youre finally all mine
Finally mine
Youre finally all mine
Where did it get me, all mine
What did it teach me, all mine
Somebody stop me
Im losing control again
Ive got honor to earn
But I guess I lost my turn
When will I learn
To treat you with concern
Finally mine
Youre finally all mine
Finally mine
Youre finally all mine
Where did it get me, all mine
What did it teach me, all mine
Somebody stop me
Im losing control again
Where did it get me, all mine
What did it teach me, all mine
Somebody stop me
Im losing control again
All mine
Where did it get me, all mine
Look what it taught me, all mine
Somebody stop me
Im losing control
song performed by by Veruca Salt
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When Fixed Mindsets Have Been Focused
Common sense is not obtained,
Through an academic process.
Not any that reflects wisdom respected,
By the many earning college degrees.
If experience could be taught,
And brought to a mind fixed on 'things'...
All of life and the quality of it,
Would have had witnessed the benefits of this.
But too busy are those in mental modes,
Driven to succeed and address their greed.
And when fixed mindsets have been focused,
On acquiring attention freed of comprehension...
There is no peace or rest to get if not earned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Is Mine
No more wasting time
Synchronize
Tell them this is mine
Dont
Walk the other way
Tell me you will stay
Give me one more day
So give up, Im going on
If you stop, it wont change
One of us has lost the feeling
Which of us is not believing now?
You can have it all
I dont need it
Tell them this is mine
Wanting is no crime
Happens all the time
When it gets you down
Rise and leave it
Tell them this is mine
Push away the stone
We are not alone
Look into my eyes
And together we will rise
Above all weve seen
We will realize, synchronize
Tell them this is mine
Wanting is no crime
Happens all the time
Hold
Touch this hand of mine
Come away and find
What we left behind
So move up, were going on
To the top, well take it
One by one weve got the feeling
Which of us is not believing now?
Look into my eyes
And together we will rise
Above all weve seen
We will realize, synchronize
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Touches Of An Angel Distributing Luck
The easier a perception,
Of how one's life is lived...
The one perceived erroneously,
Is rumored to be lazy.
Or 'gifted' by the touches of an angel...
Distributing luck and unquestionable abundance.
No one accepts someone like this,
As being sacrificial.
Or sweating constantly to accomplish,
What one desires with a focused wish.
Or that a success that has been made public,
Has been more than well deserved.
Or...
Has an intention to receive,
The benefits...
From a toiling away,
On many a sleepless night!
As others have no problem,
Manifesting their critique on a daily basis.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just Like You!
Just like you, to think I would fall...
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Sadness and jealousy make you so bitter
Stop hating me because I am living mine
Such a Sorry life such sorry game, such a shame
Stop wasting your time, without living dreams
I felt sorry for you once, but now I wont try
Yes Its just like you, to think I would fall
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There was a time you had the world in your hands
The world is mine and strong, Feeling the sun and the warmth
I Wonder why you let the stars out shine your life?
baby, baby Keep on dreaming of better days
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Yes Its just like you, to think I would fall
------
Dont question my life or act like your the only one..
Sometimes you can see a shooting star
Is it easier for you to live in the clouds?
If the paintings is in the sky? Can you give life a try?
Why Colors all my emotions, with your empty life why?
poem by Sita Cabrera
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All Mine (Demo)
I've got blood on my hands from this little timid life
It's just like a man, to trust me with all his might
I've got mud on my feet, when I kicked you back 3 wks.
If I promised to keep my mouth shut, can I sit her while you speak
Finally mine, your finally all mine
Finally mine, your finally all mine
Where did it get me, all mine
What did it teach me, all mine
Somebody stop me, I'm losing control again
I've got honor to earn
But I guess I lost my turn
When will I learn, to treat you with concern
Finally mine, your finally all mine
Finally mine, your finally all mine
Where did it get me, all mine
Look what it taught me, all mine
Somebody stop me, I'm losing control
Where did it get me, all mine
Look what it taught me, all mine
Somebody stop me, I'm losing control
All mine
Where did it get me, all mine
Look what it taught me, all mine
Somebody stop me, I'm losing control
song performed by by Veruca Salt
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Decided to Find the Core
When I awakened my last time from deep denial,
I decided to clear my eyes of wants.
And focused on just my needs.
I began to eliminate excess.
I rid my life of annoying pests and agitation.
I decided to find the core of my happiness.
Obstacles became more determined,
Not to see me succeed.
My path became blocked with foolishness.
Until...
I began to see things for what they were.
Even though they tormented me to see them differently.
When I awakened my last time from deep denial,
I decided to clear my eyes of wants.
And focused on just my needs.
Today...
Everything I'm wanting has become a daily desire.
And I thank the Almighty with excitement every morning.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dawn Of Reasoning Interconnected Mind
At the traditional age of consent,
I found a great undeniable love
for poetry as I strove to make sense
of this world with its nightmare,
of ignored unresolved problems.
I never had the chance to write,
most of my thoughts, down in
poetry. To reflect my reactions
to the events of my era. Life did
not allow time for contemplation.
It is my ardent hope that economic
circumstances or perhaps a more
focused determination; will allow
you to succeed in writing out more
poems of vital importance than I did.
I wrote when time allowed maybe
one in ten of my poems and often
the easiest. While years passed by
sometimes with nothing but work.
The gap in thought record haunts.
Ignore constant discouraging critic.
Your success now is mine your failure
mine. Therefore keep focused and let
at least some of your poetry, address
real issues. And write write write now!
You are in a time and place that requires
strong young poets from within. Past great
American poets would be devastating with
words writ in this era. I am not American,
you must be our voice from within, voice
proclaim and publish your insight! Pray or
meditate as you will and write that which
I lacking your knowledge cannot. The words
will come because the age topics demands it.
We are united in poetry and desire to express
difficult thoughts and concepts, hopefully to
be a voice of positive change! Tools are at
your finger tips, I never had contact with other
poets, in an electronic interconnected web of
minds, at the dawn of righteous determination.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Rubberneckin
(words & music by jones - warren)
Stop, look and listen baby thats my philosophy
If your rubberneckin baby well thats all right with me
Stop, look and listen baby thats my philosophy
Its called rubberneckin baby but thats all right with me
Some people say Im wasting time yeh, but they dont really know
I like what I see I see what I like yeh, it gives me such a glow
First thing in the morning, last thing at night
I look, stare everywhere and see everything inside
Stop, look and listen baby thats my philosophy
If your rubberneckin baby well thats all right with me
Stop, look and listen baby thats my philosophy
Its called rubberneckin baby but thats all right with me
Some people say Im wasting time yeh, but they dont really know
I like what I see I see what I like yeh, it gives me such a glow
Sittin on the back porch all by myself
Along came mary jane with somebody else
Well, stop, look and listen baby thats my philosophy
Its called rubberneckin baby but thats all right with me
Some people say Im wasting time yeh, but I dont really care
I like what I see, I see what I like yeh, it gives me such a glow
Sittin on the back porch all by myself
Along came mary jane with somebody else
Well, stop, look and listen baby thats my philosophy
Its called rubberneckin baby but thats all right with me
Stop, look and listen baby thats my philosophy
Stop, look and listen baby thats my philosophy
Stop, look and listen baby thats my philosophy
Stop
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You Are Such An Actor
You have been a highly acclaimed person,
For a number of years.
And yet you do not appear to be on anyone's radar.
Very few people know who you are.
Why are you flying so low?
Is that intentional?
'What are you saying?
What point are you making? '
If more people knew who you were,
You would be respected more.
'And that is a very sad commentary to make,
About today's people.
Isn't it?
To think one has to first impress others,
With a doing that gets attention mentioned...
To then be treated as a human being?
Oh, I just wake up everyday praying,
For that kind of notoriety! '
You should.
'And why is that? '
It would make me feel better to say,
I know you.
'Stop it. Stop it.
The thought of it gives me goose bumps.
To think my efforts known by more people,
Would enhance the only purpose you have in your life...
To feel better about yourself.
Oh 'wow' I'm beginning to feel such a rush that thrills me inside.'
You are such an actor.
'And you should find something else to do,
Than wasting your time trying to find how mine operates.
If I sought to seek that kind of attention,
I would have long devoted myself in re-creating the wheel.'
And what does that mean?
'Having no ambition and stealing from others,
What had already been invented.
To then set my aim to make claims of what I've done.
With my eyes affixed to fame and glory.
Like nearly everyone who wishes a 'Reality Show'.
Why haven't you done that?
That would have made it a lot easy for me to accept.
'With the giving to me respect,
Right? '
Of course.
Those reality shows are so...
Real.
'And hollow of any sign of content.'
Yep. You are out of touch.
'Thank you.
And I am glad very few have noticed,
Just how distant and out of touch I am and can be.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Friend
I've been thinking
About you
About me
About the Us
That is Us
And
About the us
That isn't
About what we may wish
About what can be
About what can't be
I do my best to
Maintain my self
Do my best to hide
How I really feel
I have to say
Friend of mine
You sure don't make it easy on me
Letting me know
In your own special way
You're not kidding
And, you think of me every day
It always brings
A smile to my face
But
I've been thinking
Of the who I am
Of the me that is… me
Of the me that isn't
What makes you think
If you needed me
I wouldn't be
There for you?
You have to know
That's not true
Would never be
However,
I find myself
Looking at the circumstances
Wondering
How we came to be
Where we are
Where we aren't
That place where we'll probably never reach
Friend of mine
I think of you
Every day
When
I ought not to
I wonder about your days
As I go about mine
I've been thinking
About you
About me
About how we became
The you
The me
That we seem to be
If I haven't taken
The opportunity
To appropriately
Convey to you
All that you mean
Just Know
I always think
Of all that you are
All that I appreciate in you
I can see all the potential
Of all you can be
You have to know
I believe in you
All that you can and will achieve
But,
I'm thinking
Friend of mine
Some dreams
Are meant to make us smile
But at the end of the day
They are just dreams
poem by Rabia Minhas
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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