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The Outlet of My Soul


 

Writing is my outlet

But where can I find the time

To write that which gives me no grade?

Does life get in the way?

When I die,

I shall ask God for paper and pen

And write my heart and tear the paper

And throw the scraps down

And let the world read

It is then

That my heart

And Soul

Shall feel

Peace.

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