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Let the Season Begin
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Let the Season Begin |
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lgina Member
since 2004-07-20
Posts 52 |
Slowly he came to me and layed beside me Not a sound did he make Gentle and strong. I laid my head on his warm body Days grew into nights, minutes into hours. Suddenly he lept to his feet, No longer gentle and mild. Sounding out his orders with no refrain. The season was official it had come in like a lamb and out like a lion. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
hi Igina....this was interesting...left me wondering who this person is....a bit scary the way he changed so quickly. What season?  |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I liked this! |
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poettothecars Senior Member
since 2006-02-10
Posts 1093New Zealand |
this one leaves me thinking and still thinking a poet who cares |
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