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Trouble |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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In buckets the trouble carted and hauled lands full in my lap from any old place as if it had soul and entwined with my own to bring down the drapes on a settled state. He said and I said change walks in the door but sometimes it stands way, way, over there lost in the fullness of time’s many wiles like a babe nestled in a new mother’s arms. Hark and herald the lo and behold of a dream envisaged as if it was real and walk, damn it, fly the many miles to the ends of the earth carrying the can. A bucket, this bucket, a plain metal can a ne’er do good holder of negative vibes spills to the floor and tumbles through doors when love, my love, turns cartwheels and more. See him there in emotional motion flattening the grass, sticks, weeds, and roses for always new stuff grows from a turn and entices more than ere thought before. But sigh, shame, cry, too scared to try and the bucket sits so in the middle of soul! Helen / 4 March 2007 |
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WindWalker Senior Member
since 2001-10-12
Posts 1218 |
I like your thoughts in this one! |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
what a wonderful, clever one. oh, The bucket can't hold the meaning of its own. very clever. stand on either end is useful but when it rolls, all the trouble comes. so clever!!!! enjoyed so much!!!! |
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