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Some people have holes for souls,
Emptiness where their soul should lie
And they walk on by, shells themselves
Space to rent, for living or working
Or space-saving for stolen ideas
Packed neatly for use should the need arise,
Nevermind the origin was from another brain
While yours rides on the train to nowhere
Holidaying…
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©Denise G Allen, 27 October 2013 10:53
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27/10/2013 at 12:58 pm
…yours rode on the train to nowhere. Love it.
blessings ~ maxi
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27/10/2013 at 1:07 pm
Are you writing from experience or making a general point?
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27/10/2013 at 2:07 pm
How thought provoking, Denise. I read it to June, and she thought so too.
But I think we all have space for other peoples’ ideas, our minds open!
It is when one has no creativity, to back up and use the imported ideas – and to make them our own – of which you write.. Thank you for this, Denise.
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27/10/2013 at 2:56 pm
smiles…we are resonating a bit…zombies i tell you!
i think we have to be careful we are not just full of others
ideas and never having a mind of our own…
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27/10/2013 at 3:40 pm
We get ideas from myriad sources, books, life, etc. And they end up as branches of branches of all our experiences. I have only once come across a poem which was almost identical to another – too much to have been a coincidence.
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27/10/2013 at 5:17 pm
Now, there’s an indictment!
I recall one blogger on 24.com whose poetry I much admired – which turned out to be ‘lifted’ verbatim from another person’s writings. It was a sad lesson in human nature.
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