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Once, I had a vision of a girl and I was called a dreamer.
I wrote it down and I was called a writer.
I made it rhyme and I was a poet.
I disected it and became a philosopher.
I acted upon it and they called me a romantic.
I told of it and was chivalric.
I lost it and they called me a fool.
My dream changed and they called me experienced.
A while ago I ran into the woman who would come to know me as no other.
Call me what you will, I call myself blessed.

For the life of me, I cannot remember if I wrote that or not and it is not appearing in any search engine when I try to find it.

-Adam

I wrote that for you.

I haven't ever heard it, no. I like i though.

very nice... I'm gonna do a poormans copyright and claim it.

i heard it once but i'm pretty suer it was because you sent it to me on MSN like a year ago, so it could very well be you.

did you it?

So he's the father then?

...what?

I tried Googling each of the lines individually as well as the keywords at the end, I am almost certain I wrote it at this point. It was in one of my txt files I had on my old HDs that I was going through looking for a lost password. I found a half dozen other things I wrote, only one other poem that I recognized as my own though.

-Adam

You know how I know you're gay? You write poetry.

Its true
and...
I have the hots for you.