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About This Poem
virtuous wreck
(double sijo)
virtuous woman seasoned of life’s wisdom without schism
sex kitten smitten, honey dos omitted, all lies acquitted
having searched wrecked world over… found fickle love… where’s my dove?
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like a wreck upon sands of salty seas, `Tis God hears my pleas
"Still round the corner there may wait, a new road or a secret gate."
as hollowed hull awaits true love’s fate… a virtuous mate
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Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dream weaver
Contest Name In a land called fantasy
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