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Mar 2015
I see the words right in front of my face
They are calling me to write them down
But I can't put them all together
Too much information all bunched up
I calmly take a breath
And put pen to paper
I start writing
And a flood of emotions come out
I write about my life, about the past
Hoping someone can relate to me
I can see how it all fits together
I look at what I wrote
Surveying the words
They become like magic on paper
And  I am enlightened.
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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