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All Saint's Day

polish the rind suck the wind stumbling fog braced dead rat sideways tired on sidewalk gray sea beacons slime green no shoes just walking out there rocks in pocket gathering speed

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 11/5/2009 4:32:00 PM
Thank you Deborah! ...May I use your line to form a poem?
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Date: 11/5/2009 4:07:00 PM
very very rich with imagery like sour lemons on moss ..shiver! Light & Love
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Date: 11/2/2009 6:22:00 AM
Good poem. All the best.
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Date: 11/1/2009 11:47:00 AM
........thank you Carol for your many kind words.
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Date: 11/1/2009 8:46:00 AM
Refreshed after an extra hour of sleep I feel pretty good today. So I am going to be reading some exceptional poems today. Thank you for sharing yours with us Thomas. Love, Carol
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