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Nov 2012
Whether people know it or not,
We all have thoughts of a plot.
A plot so terrible to say,
One that'd be bad to play.
It's our imaginations at best,
The creativity at crest.
The flowing of emotion,
Such a terrible notion.
My imagination is crazy,
Although sometimes it gets a little lazy.
Who wants to go off the deep end?
Well I guess it all depends.
Putting my mind at work is nice.
It makes me feel as cool as ice.
I like going at things I like.
It's like when I take a hike.
When I walk,
I tend to talk.
I talk to myself of course.
It has an incredible force.
It's as if it I talk to the perfect friend.
One who is there.
One who will always care.
I love that person.
Dennis Meeker
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Dennis Meeker  24/M/Ohio, US
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