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by David Moss Jun 15, 2006 category : Life, society / other
I'll write a short poem, more often than not, To let you observe my innermost thought. To invite you each in, And share a small piece Of who I really am, Or must try to release. Whether a laughable quip, or regretful moment of pain, I thank you to read, And re-live it again. Because a song or a sonnet of fact or some fiction, Inspires the mind to reflect On our truest addictions. And you can likely too guess By how this poem goes, That I'm quite pleased to meet you, Through line by line prose. So the next time we meet, May be joyful or sad. It will simply depend on The last experience I've had.
by Melissa S. Masucci
I really like the last stanza a lot.