Re: Todd's poem

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: : : : : Keating: Todd, there's a picture of Whitman over the : : door. What does he remind you of? Quickly Anderson, Don't : : think about it." : : : Todd: A madman. : : : K: What kind of a madman. Don't think! : : : T: A.....crazy madman! : : : K: Use your imagination boy, first thing that pops into : : your head, even if it's gibberish. : : : T: A.......sweaty-toothed madman. : : : K: Now there's the poet speaking. Close your eyes what do : : you see. Now! : : : T: I...I close my eyes. His image flicks beside me. : : : K: A sweaty-toothed madman : : : T: A sweaty-toothed madman, : : : with a stare that pounds my brain.....his hands reach : : out and choke me......all the time he mumbles.... : : : K: mumbles what? : : : T: Truth..........truth is like a blanket that always : : leaves your feet cold! : : : a few boys laugh : : : K: To hell with them! More about the blanket! : : : T: Stretch it, pull it, it will never cover any of : : us......Kick at it, beat at it, it will never be : : enough.....fromt he moment we enter crying....to the moment : : we leave dying, it will cover just your head as you wail : : and cry and scream! : : : K: There is magic Mr. Anderson. Don't you forget this. : : : This poem means a hell of alot to me. : : : giveaway boy : : Here's a shorter one...... : : The cat sat on the mat. : : : I'm exercising my right not to write a poem.

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