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Feb 2015
So Lord Solaris, said my battle knight teacher,
what have you brought in for show and tell
I walked to the front of the class
with my bag heavy in my hand
lifting it up I put it on her desk
by her sweet command

I put a red apple on her desk
I wonder if they will guess
guess what I brought for show and tell
reaching into my black bag
I pull out my tears and sufferings
and the broken dreams of millions

I told them of the hurt and pain
all about the broken hearts
told the class that humans die
and that most do bitterly cry
told them how many times I died
and they all clapped to my surprise

I don't think they understood it nearly kills me
all that I accomplished did not fulfill me
then I reached deep into my bag
and with my right hand pulled out the Earth
then with tears in my eyes
I told them that this was the place of my birth


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Christos Andreas Kourtis
Written by
Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
(London UK)   
300
   Lora Lee
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