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[danzilla04]

I

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who

Comments

[gottaluvpotter]

Wow Dan, way to read a poem thats in your Junior literature book.

But yes, I did like this poem.

[me_absolutely]

you were suppose to be sleeping.
i hope your having fun at playground.