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Fingers

FINGERS An ultimate reach to the tips of desire, That heavenly touch Overrules the mind, sets afire Salesman, preacher, teacher, All circle, point, sign, Being quite unconscious of their design Fingers may travel a path of their own, Having shape, body, joints, Purpose down to the bone And when all that’s left is final reflex, Warmth, carnal knowledge gone, The very tips will bid adieu before one moves along Dave Austin

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 9/26/2014 10:29:00 PM
YES, here it is again. I really like this one, Daver. And I'm so sorry about the kitty. My daughter in law just called to tell me that she rescued a kitty of that same age as yours that died. Kitties are so fragile. I wish we could save them all!!
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Date: 9/26/2014 2:31:00 PM
Well said! They are remarkable.
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Date: 9/26/2014 11:13:00 AM
Love it Dave-r..such an unusual poem and lots of meaning here.BG
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