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The Highway Witch

I'm into astrology and reading tea leaves, while others in the coven read their palms. A west coast look; a beginner. I sip tea with a halo from the morning brew, others write lines like they've seen the future. I'm my own judge, buried before the kill, but I sprinkle my tea leaves on the LA highway. Drunk during my own rituals, do I blame magic on my love? My tea spills on the asphalt dawn. 19/2/2021 Emile Pinet 'Fragmented Verse'

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Date: 8/12/2021 1:29:00 PM
Poetry can stimulate brain cells and open up new trains of thought. I think you have achieved that. The last line was perfect finish to this piece. Also you managed to stay on track with your theme and did not make it too long. Will following your progress on the soup with interest. Best regards David in NZ.
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Date: 3/4/2021 12:02:00 PM
Nice write Terrence. :) Congratulations on the win! Linda
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Date: 3/4/2021 8:16:00 AM
Congratulations Terrence! Your poem earned a distinguished place in my contest, it was a very tough contest to judge but your poem successfully caught my attention, well done my friend, Emile.
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