Your voice transmits across the airwaves,
reaching those headed toward dead ends.
Providing company for people driving alone,
You give us a reason to keep going.
You are heartbroken when we switch channels,
choosing something we'd rather hear instead.
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I turned the radio dial and listened in
to find some meaning amidst the static.
I know You’ve got global coverage,
yet at times I can’t pick up your signal.
I wish I was more in tune with You,
but You may be on a different frequency.
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Username: Metaphorist
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A contest entry
- Invite For... HM winners Judged by RedwingSpirit.
475 points, ended April 7, 2008, 46 entries
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This is great can't quite decipher if this is metaphorically written or not.
Anyhow still I like this thank you for entering and I wish you the best of luck. ahh well know i see what you were speaking off lol took me a minute
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Yeah, it's about God. lol. Thanks
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Another poem that shows a great and wonderful use of these technical things, and created strong and relatable feelings with it. well done
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Thanks so much Hope you're doing better
Now I'm thinking about a poem using statistics terms. There's something slightly off about me.
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I'm doing good - my back and ribs aren't
I've never seen that many different shades of red and blue all together on a body I tell ya
thanks for asking 
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WONDERFUL! oh.. i loved this! how many times i feel like i choose something other than Him and keep switching stations to find what i think i want to hear...
one of my favorites by you... and bookmarking!
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Darn! That's what I wanted to say in the third couplet. Can I steal it?
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