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Intruder

the door not locked or even barred light slips through what is left ajar an intruder knocks seeing it not blocked and steals my heart away

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 3/29/2010 6:45:00 AM
lovely poem--My wagonmaker is my husband, Wayne. It is funny you say John Wayne because he was almost named that. He is one of triplets, natural born in the fifties..
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Date: 3/28/2010 5:28:00 PM
Great metaphoric language. Sara
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