Gerry Wall
tiny letters
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So you read it in a book of poems
All the tiny letters just started to grow
Inside of your head
The idea was borne.
Itâs not for love
You donât do it for the money that may never come.
You donât need the respect
You donât think of the cost.
Pandoraâs Box is full of tools
No one gets a break where the short run rules
And self defense is learned in halls
Where Muses donât return your calls.
Some build a world upon the truth as fact
But the truth is an emotion not a matter of fact.
Thereâs no giving it back, you just follow the lines
Where they have crossed.
If nothing means too much, not too much is lost
Whatever the cause, whatever the cost.
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