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Contest of words

Life sometimes is a contest of words
Pronouns
Adjectives
Verbs
We beg to be heard
Like a deaf mans slur
We try to comprehend without paper and pen
I hope you understand what I've said
If you don't you'll misinterpret my meaning within
Life sometimes is a contest of words
We create emotion and strike nerves
But these are the things we must get off our chest to be heard
Whether its Braille
Audio
Or read words

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Good write, Good Comparison, Thanks for sharing

Life sometimes is a contest of words
Pronouns
Adjectives
Verbs

Regards & Love

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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Justin Treanton

Thank you ebe and William.. I always write what's on my mind, I never dwell and take my time, I guess its a talent the sun hasn't yet been able to shine..

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

You are most welcome dear Justin, Pour your thoughts into poems and ideas into novel themes in life. Good luck

Regards & Love

WILLIAMSJI 

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Justin Treanton

I have thought about writing a short book but no one would understand the thoughts I rev under the hood..

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Dear Justin,

Try out your feelings and experiences in the form of verse. 

Regards & Love

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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