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Feb 2017
Punk music fills my head with noise
Keats opens up doors in my mind
Poetry calls my name, yet it's a choice
Keats leads me to the kind only to find
His poetry speaks to me.
Running through the pages,
Opening the doors,
Keats opened up my heart.
Now it will be hard to part.
Brad French
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Brad French  Clarksville, TN
(Clarksville, TN)   
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