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What is my choice? I do not know. What is my choice? I cannot say. What is my choice? Awaits me. What is my choice? That bears with me. What is my choice? Without despair. Choices I choose is the choices I make. Therefore, I am back without a choice. |
I dont know how to comment this. It is more of a rant than a poem. But nice idea, about the difficulty of choices, making and having them. Then dealing with the consequences. look forward to more, -Randee | Posted on 2009-04-22 00:00:00 | by UnderlinedInRed | [ Reply to This ] | |