A DOT
Submitted by miranda on June 26, 2009 - 7:47pm.
poem
A dot is what they call me
A dot where you begin
It is the end that you will fall to me
A dot will set you free
I wish that they all knew me
To understand the whole line of me
Understanding a dot of me
Is to know the all of you to me
June 21,2009
8:50a.m.- 8:59 a.m.
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