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Catch a Question? |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Those who wonder aloud. A hearts mirage, Missing Shakespeare from the rural plains. Wondering with a cup steely eyed from its texture. Where bodies are buried, A question relishing from the ground, To the circle popped above ones head. A great date becomes The calendars shape, Where questions rise through lines of hands. The linear pot on heads of wise men, Cakes and drapes based on a shoulder, Spanning the baby’s cycle of questions. Two is one, Where questions along adventures life, Take minds through heavy signs. A question is through a minds body, Like slithering on the hedge of a wooden door. A coastline so wide, maybe there room for just one more. |
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