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ma miller Senior Member
since 2000-07-11
Posts 806 |
she hangs ... she hung there strung up where high is above higher dance on, you flier pocked marked smiles from so many miles yon above yonder her smirk to ponder sail seas of cheese upon a wafting breeze deep above deeper drift on, you sleeper she shone there lit up where bright is above brighter her light shines whiter leave not tonight upon journey's flight never above soon hang on, my moon M.A. Miller 07.17.00 < !signature--> My calling before me, let quill be my offering; For to be called poet, no greater gift to receive. M.A.M. [This message has been edited by MA Miller (edited 07-17-2000).] |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
she shone there she hung there strung up where high is above higher dance on, you flier =============== lit up where bright is above brighter her light shines whiter leave not tonight upon journey's flight never above soon hang on, my moon ======================= ooohh i really like the feel of this poem.. its got a cryptic and mystic feel about it.. and i love the rhyme.. very cool poem MA... very. jm There are places inside our souls - that have never been touched. There are places inside our hearts - that need to be loved this much. ~jm~ |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
Nice work - I really like these lines... 'high is above higher dance on, you flier' and 'she shone there lit up where bright is above brighter'  K |
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