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A Novel

As I turn the pages forward I am taken on a journey- A non-spatial continuum- Time; a willing time-traveler Where no luggage is required; No passengers to contend with; No special itinerary. Just a conceding eagerness To be taken along, alone. The destination known to one- Invisible but trustworthy; The varied characters are him; Put another way-imagined. Where I’m taken is foreordained.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 5/29/2010 8:58:00 PM
enjoyed this one, hope you have a nice memorial day weekend"
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Date: 5/29/2010 7:35:00 AM
We do seem to put the world aside when we are immersed in a good novel, Albert. I always appreciate the "journeys" they provide. This is a wonderful poem filled with truth. And I really enjoyed the poem you posted on your blog. It's hard for those of us who live near the Gulf to think of anything but the oil spill. Love, Carolyn
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