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Counting Laps
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Counting Laps |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
Counting Laps An executive she was, three inches past the knees, Or an aboriginal princess, perhaps? White mocs---or were they cowgirl chaps? Now the globe spins toward a freeze, and sunlight ebbs from trees to ever taller trees. Soon it will be time for naps---for counting sheep, for counting out her shepherd's laps. A water lily by the sea, emerged from the shadows, rustily, To wade half down the watery strand of gentle waves, and into sand. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Hi easy1...I lost the gist, or was it the bliss...but I found something profound was coming around as your words played, counting laps. |
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Yuka Member
since 2010-08-19
Posts 71china |
me too, lost the gist. maybe thats what easy1 wanted  Yuka Chan |
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Bastet Member
since 2010-05-07
Posts 246 |
Yes, the "aboriginal princess" wading into the water. I can see the scene. Very beatifully drawn. You're an artist. |
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