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I can see something on the horizon.
What it is I cannot tell.
I am moving towards it even though my legs do not move.
Where has everyone gone?
Have they left me?
Looking behind me I seem them all waving
It is dark.
It is cold.
I am scared.
I am now alone
Walking through the dark
I know what I saw.
This is tomorrow
EdgarAllenPoetry Feb 2018
Tiny tots tinker away at the sanity of teachers
boorish boys beat and belittle believers
what still stands is the truly faithful
those dedicated to a craft, a passion, a goal, and a love.
Be the Believer
Be a feminist
EdgarAllenPoetry Feb 2018
What is comedy?
Is it the pursuit of giving other people joy?
Or is it our own selfish desires to want to feel love and affection
We feel lonely without others
But some are lonely with others
We only care about us and what we want
So I ask, What is comedy?

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