I think I need to have some predicaments.
Otherwise I might have to taste peace.
I'm gonna need to start solving some problems.
Give me a blackboard, an eraser and a week.
I'll see you when I've answered my riddles.
I doubt that I'll be recognized.
My face will be shrouded in splendor.
But I'll use my knowledge to open your eyes.
See you in a week!
Friday, August 24, 2007
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2 comments:
I LOVE this poem.
Thank you for saying so.
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