Present Company

December 28, 1999

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There are times when we meet eye to eye, watch the sky. Now walking away, wave goodbye, just a shy. Forgotten in absence, wonder why, milk the sky.


Out here among a different class of people I find it interesting to share what I know and see the ghastly responses that have since enabled me numb.


Look within to discover a grin. On a beautiful day with little to say and calamity well on its way.


We are all poetry in motion, whether it be Shakespeare or Poe.

Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist