Sunday, March 16, 2008
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I don’t know why I am writing this poem
But it’s late at night and I am not as tired as before
Writing poems is like breathing for me
I love ‘em
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Shaun William Hayes
16 March 2008
I know what you mean Kayla. Sometimes the spirit of the poem grips you and won't let go until it is captured in ink, on paper. You speak from the heart, have an insight, keep going.
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7/23/2025 1:37:28 PM # 1.0.0
this poem stunk that i almost fell asleep so stop writing poems or you will make other people fall asleep