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A Lonely Typewriter
Contributed by
jyssvw22
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Sunday, 1st May 2005 @ 07:46:12 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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I have become the words I write
My fingers choose the path
They write what they please
With no regards to me
On a canvas of white
They become artists
Sculpting their minds
In plain sight for all to see
With no regards to me
A lonely typewriter
As their accomplice
They move at random
Strokes of freedom
It is inspiration that lets them be
Still, with no regard to me
A clear bright day
The moon shone bright
My fingers can create eternity
Turn the sun into night
Give hope to a dying society
Sadly, with no regard to me
They can create love
Children, family, and a God above
My fingers could tell you a story
You would never believe
Bestow upon you glory
With no regard to me
So I sit intently
And give it me best try
I give into their words
Their request I can not deny
They are my cure, my sanity
One day, they will respect me
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Re: A Lonely Typewriter
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by emystar on
Sunday, 1st May 2005 @ 08:04:14 PM AEST
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An incrediable masterpeice.
Very creative thinking.
huggs,
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