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Fifteen Seventy Five

Acres of trees sway Whistling wind whipping astray Lives, truths, grow older

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Nancy Jones

Date: 10/26/2011 9:09:00 PM

How many acres? To the left or right or maybe both is it balanced? Yeah, duh, on the grow part. Older, too. And howcome ya don't know? (just stream of consciousness, don't sweat it, i digya and stuff) Namaste~N

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 10/26/2011 6:08:00 PM

Is this an address... Wondering what path it is... Enjoyed.. your poem... P.d

Nette Onclaud

Date: 10/25/2011 9:39:00 PM

beautiful, soulful images... trees, wind, lives---great content, tim..:) huggs!

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

Date: 10/25/2011 8:58:00 PM

wonderful lines of expression Tim and great visual quality my friend.. enjoyed reading ..that last line is priceless luv..