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Imperative

side glances mock the youth, their moments of relenting- sinuously fulfilling, as if the time was their own, and not perpetual. ideas making cycles- actions and reactions, captured by neurons, and called original. concisely, unable to grasp The Laws of Wisdom, only time can teach- imperative, the elder thinks, as arthritic bones savor the sun, skin blisters raw, and pains to touch.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 6/28/2010 8:52:00 PM
oooh, those last two stanzas say it all, Virgina! Good one!
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Date: 6/28/2010 10:14:00 AM
I feel for those arthritic bones...Keep the creative pen flowing..Sara
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