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The Whisper To Merrill I heard, I thought, a whisper Faintly fall upon my ear, Not in the shape of words, a whisper Of some long-forgotten fear. It's source may've come from far away Or may have been so near, That I was at a loss to say It's meaning ever would be clear. I feared most that I would find This whisper could become a voice So clearly heard within my mind, Compelling me to make a choice. "I'm not ready," was my answering shout To this whisper barely gone. I had faced once more my doubt, And I was once again alone. |
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Unfortunately, I posted this one on "that other place on the web" a while back=-and, of course, have received no feedback--what a waste of time!
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