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Post by nabraska on Aug 14, 2008 19:05:56 GMT -5
what does a writer do when he turns from the page to the stage, and then becomes disillusioned?....what does a poet do when they question the love they have about the form?....come home to bosoms and blessings, beautiful friends, and like minds, where freedom is more than just a word, or a catch-phrase for new millennium activist, or a random and imagined state....come home writer, come home poet, find urself....hueman, find urself
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Post by Celestial Dancer on Aug 14, 2008 21:38:45 GMT -5
of course there's nothing like family... welcome home dear brother~
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Post by upfromsumdirt on Aug 15, 2008 8:15:31 GMT -5
sorry, brotha... but i drank up all the redstripe a minute ago. but we got koolaid... (might be some moonshine in it tho!) - help yourself! good to see u again!
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aomuse
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Post by aomuse on Oct 13, 2008 6:10:49 GMT -5
hey | why you always making negroes nervous mannnn?!? | stop being so jumpy | | shit ain't right i tell you...shit ain't right | i agree | i hate this poetry stuff too. makes my skin itch oft times i just grab pens | and rolled up sheets of looseleaf cause i'm trying to scratch the itch | and when i discover my itch is satiated | i find little musings sitting on the paper that i claim as my own out of spite | oh yea | what i was trying to say was welcome home
doowahdiddy!
the aofoolishpride
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Post by ddddyyyy on Jun 24, 2009 21:50:53 GMT -5
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