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The Double Wide

The eucalyptus sting that burns my nose And eyes is not enough to mask the tide, Of eloquent free speech and purple prose, Delivered from armchairs set side by side. Although they are so far, they sound so close, For sounds like ghosts traverse double wide. From sounds within and noise without my room, I toss and turn and find I cannot hide, And from below the stench of death’s perfume, From some wild thing (or tame) that lately died, With pier and beam and axles for a tomb, The lucky beast escaped the double wide! Michael F Lewis 04/01/09

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Date: 1/17/2013 8:32:00 PM
Why did I not comment when I read this before? I loved it then and I love it now!
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Date: 10/12/2012 12:35:00 PM
A very good poem - like the humor in it. :) - oxox love Anne-Lise :)
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Michael F Lewis
Date: 10/12/2012 1:45:00 PM
Thank you very much Anne! This is actually a true story!