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the seed caste onto the stone, and in seed it is on it's own never to stretch root, or finding the thinnest stress to break through to pregnant ground and soda the seed caste onto the stone though no shape will it ever go oblong roll along a stony song until it is split sent into the high- flyed sky and sent again to descend from the gods

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Date: 2/7/2015 10:31:00 PM
Micheal I really do like your kind of abstract style :)
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Michael Miers
Date: 2/8/2015 12:01:00 PM
yes. abstract. thank you. that's a pretty good adjective for what I like to do.
Date: 2/3/2015 2:21:00 PM
Wow! This is deep and powerful stuff! I try to learn from poets like you! Bravo! Pandita.
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Michael Miers
Date: 2/3/2015 5:11:00 PM
and I from you. thank you.
Date: 1/9/2015 8:49:00 AM
Michael, I really enjoyed reading your work this morning!
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Michael Miers
Date: 1/21/2015 7:08:00 PM
I appreciate that.