Here today, gone tomorrow
somebody's words
forgive me. I borrowed
to steal someones words would be a crime
so I simply borrow from time to time
Never a lender or a borrower be
is the one line you'll never hear from me
Give, spend and god will send
Flows so freely from my pen
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From MY pen I muse and spoil the writing long forgotten
To steal a line or two certainly isn't rotten
Its my psudeobardic plagerance that no guilt gives me today
Dead poets no lawyer will stand on their behalf and sue me to pay
So I beg, borrow and steal great musing buried old and dusty
never giving up altough i turn rusty. My faith is to great, so i begen to pray. in a matter of time the sun will shine, never giving up i will concure all thts mind.
Yes I have, and will give you a golden hind

quite the attitude :)Trica C, Hamptons
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Perhaps, one could ask the cosmic consciousness for old unpublished poems
never seen by our legal systems, but, of the time of Atlantis or Mu? Some
say that nothing can be forgotten so we just need to develop a
"thought scraper" to cover the universe. It feels good knowing the thoughts
came through our own mind. (We are so conceited!!!) Wonder what would happen
if you stole one from old Zeus?--GrandmaThing--May you know love!
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cosmic consciousness
source of much forgotten thought
guarded by old Zeus?
**ThisThing-66