Inch by inch, a moment grows
A moment too soon gone.
And of the old, a new one grows
To be again replaced.
And as the numbers multiply
Smaller I will become,
until nothing I will be.
A small fraction of what was.
Like puppets on a string,
We work in perfect harmony.
Voices we speak as one,
Clockwork, every gear in place.
Will this be the future?
Has this been the past?
I am not a statistic.
I will be heard.
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Congra...wait I won't say that word because it bugs David a lot, lol I don't know why though... it's so fun to say. But yes I'm happy you posted your random poem...lol now we have3!!! I was worried that you wouldn't cause I never responded to your little post ( I'm not nice enough to do that) Did you actually wait for David to give you the "Ok" cause you can post whatever you want as long as it's a poem, i think... It should be written by you too for that matter. Well I like your poem Stephie-Pants and I thought I'd state that.
That's stupid. Why doesn't he like the word congratulations?
OMG You know how my harddrive crashed and we had to get a new one? Well I wrote a whole bunch of awesome poems, and when it crashed it deleted all of them, and we couldn't get them back!!! *sobs*
And I'm not gonna ask David for permission. I was just wondering if it was...well...I dunno.
It was something to type, I guess?
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