Invisible Man,
on the road,
gone with the wind,
in search of lost time.
The stranger for whom the bell tolls the sun also rises.
As I lay dying, things fall apart.
The heart is a lonely hunter;
An american tragedy,
white noise.
The remains of the day under the volcano;
the unbearable lightness of being,
tender is the night.
Sophie's Choice; take it or leave it.
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I've had so many good memories these past two days.
Polaroids,
Christmas Parties,
Sparkling Cider,
Christmas Cookies,
Pizza
Laughter,
Joy,
Bonfires,
Worship,
New Friends,
Starbucks.
It's been good.
Real good.
The above poetry was inspired by an idea I saw from someone else.
It's all put together and made by book titles.
There's not a phrase there that wasn't taken from a book title.
I don't know if you caught on to that or not.
It was a lot of fun and you should try it sometime.
I don't know what to say guys.
December has started off well.
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I've had so many good memories these past two days.
Polaroids,
Christmas Parties,
Sparkling Cider,
Christmas Cookies,
Pizza
Laughter,
Joy,
Bonfires,
Worship,
New Friends,
Starbucks.
It's been good.
Real good.
The above poetry was inspired by an idea I saw from someone else.
It's all put together and made by book titles.
There's not a phrase there that wasn't taken from a book title.
I don't know if you caught on to that or not.
It was a lot of fun and you should try it sometime.
I don't know what to say guys.
December has started off well.
Dang, that poem idea is awesome! I'm so trying that.
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