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Stock Lines derail trains made from stern stock shunting worsted words in wagons to and fro cabins depleted by looters piled on dock signals distressed faces not any more forefathers shape not their twisted progeny when foremothers shunt them out of agony the fear that might in the grain burst bunds resides unformed in unwilling face the dark inscrutable face of race blood thinning through bastardized sons forefathers shape not their twisted progeny when foremothers shunt them out of agony to guard the rhyme within the quatrain no end of artifice will make for sacrifice content lets form intertwine lines in vain clickety-clack of the train lulls us nice foremothers never think of their progeny when forefathers shunt them out of agony May 6, 1997 From the privately pub. coll. (rev. 2016): longhand notes (a binding of poems),1999, 115p. © T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016

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Ovidiu Bocsa

Date: 1/28/2016 11:25:00 AM

Your poem is beautiful , event an artwork ... but -in my modest-humble opinion-somewhat it missed a poney of hope and a Teddy>we all need to keep in our arms. Best regards and wishes

T Wignesan
Date: 1/28/2016 1:26:00 PM

Hello! Ovidiu! Very many thanks for the compliment, but I'd wish I knew the full import of "pony of hope and Teddy" in one's arms to be able to fully benefit from your words. After all, I wouldn't be writing if I were self-sufficient and artful to the nails. Thank you for your wishes. Great New 2016! Every good wish.