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Patrick B Member
since 1999-10-28
Posts 58uk |
I still fear your wily wood with paths that hint of Robin hood your salute of snapping branches and pray my vanity avalanches it makes me glad of global warming when threadbare leaves flash me warning I tire of one more tepid view another meatless Irish stew and dogs that chase blooded foxes return at night to tiny boxes and plead for canine comprehension and dream of getting some attention jumping over rotten logs and vanish into epilogues then still you sprout your greenery as if it means a lot to me I'm unimpressed by foliage and your assumed advantage just give it to me without the dressing you have my books and learned my lesson I never drown in shallow water and shun your drawn out liquid torture stoop to condscend the words and not a joke you overheard I'll check for hidden fingers crossed and the necklace for my albatross hello darkness my old friend |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
PatrickB~ There is a sing-song to this that really captures me. Wonderful message too. I'm quite taken by the whole thing. I want to return to read it ... and I will. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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