The Poetry
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Barry Middleton
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the poetry in me rushes
like a wild waterfall
seeking misty oblivion
it is a breakneck race
over the precipice
beyond all trepidation
I want to get it all out
out in the careless wind
where eagles glide
I cannot know the time
only that the clock ticks
all rivers keep a schedule
I leap into the stream
heedless of dangers
forever free in its force
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