Deeam Poet In The Third Person
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Bill Cantrell
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Dragging his net through the depths of a dream
Hanging my catch to dry in the sun
For the hiding of words between every line,
Is where he chooses to have his fun
Yet, what if his words on the surface stays,
Will his thoughts all be lost at sea?
It is not as if they were written in vain,
Just being read is enough for me
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