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Am I
The only one
Who projects his toe
From beneath the sheets
To catch within himself
A breath unclaustophobic?
Am I
The only one
Who wanders onward
In a sleepless night
To play with words
Instead of play with dreams?
Am I
The only one
With eyes awake
The only one
Who wanders onward
In a sleepless night
To play with words
Instead of play with dreams?
Am I
The only one
With eyes awake
Wrapped in clinging linens
Of doubt and also fearlessness
As I flirt with poetry?
No, I am
Not the only one
God smiles from above
He smirks as my toe emerges
And as I play with words
He reminds me I should not doubt
For within me he has placed
A talent although small
But still a talent…
Am I
Lying here awake
Because I doubt His power
To cause a boy to use
a gift from Him
As I flirt with poetry?
No, I am
Not the only one
God smiles from above
He smirks as my toe emerges
And as I play with words
He reminds me I should not doubt
For within me he has placed
A talent although small
But still a talent…
Am I
Lying here awake
Because I doubt His power
To cause a boy to use
a gift from Him
At this unearthly hour?
Am I.
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duane scott
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A LITTLE SOMETHIN' 
I amnot a tellerof classified poetsecrets,but I've been knownto snack on a poemor two,when the house wasmorning-silent.(Duane, welcome to poetry. It's a great place to be. :)
not alone tomunch on Cheetosand dream of squirrelsand writetheir prose
So pleased you jumped into poetry's waters. You're swimming!
No youare notthe only oneDuane Scott whowanders smirks playsdoubts projects smileswhen you flirt with poetry.