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Summer Memories On a Farm

He is mixing blue and purple on a portrait--me while gulping coffee of which water fetched from an old well A figure taking shape on canvas Wild strokes my hair two sparkling dots my eyes It feels so quiet here on a so quiet farm Amid the mirror-shine mountain ridge Not hearing a note from a bird, nor from a rooster Mr. Brown's head tilting, eyes narrowing Skinny paint brush against his mustache long ashes falling off the dying cigarette

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 3/2/2016 8:01:00 PM
I find this compelling, partly because you make choices that irritate me, like sand causing a pearl to develop. But, really, I did think a rooster was a type of bird. (Jus messin' wid ya)
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Date: 2/4/2016 11:48:00 PM
THIS IS VERY NICE, BEAUTIFUL FREE VERSE, ACROSTIC I DO NOT KNOW...
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Date: 1/6/2016 12:18:00 PM
epic write
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