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A Life of Its Own

(For Lonely Poets) We search for something- anything- with a life of its own. We write, write more and more again. In future dusts and winds, glare and green will we meet our words, alive, waiting, never gone? More likely someone else will hold them, say them, sing them. See! They live!

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Fran Delaney-Barron

Date: 10/26/2023 9:41:00 PM

Words have power! We write so people might hear and say them someday, without that effort, they are lost. I like your expression of the importance of this.

Douglas Brown
Date: 10/27/2023 8:59:00 AM

Thank you !!!