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the dragons are singing

poetry from me. no one else, just me. just for me, just to me, just by me.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

you can’t really see
how old i am
because my soul is copious
with youth…

but i have lived a million years
a million lives
and i have seen it all.

can you bother to look past my charms
to see the wisdom i have inside?
i can only lead you so far.

and when the rug gets pulled
from under your feet
i will only laugh.
Posted by JLK at 1/30/2010

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