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kicking them up
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kicking them up |
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EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest 
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Skies are on fire with all the ripe colors pouring between the hollows the leaves have left over the moon we go counting canaries and all that the trees shook off kicking them up ten at a time burgundy, tangerine, teal, taupe and olive green you and me holding hands dancing with leaves like children we play [This message has been edited by EmmaRose (11-07-2013 08:56 PM).] |
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paderewski Member
since 2011-02-04
Posts 287Louisiana, USA |
A very fun poem, Emma. Sorta like wishful thinking, or flashback to yesteryear. Whatever, it was a fun poem and I had fun reading it. ~*~ Who remembers Pete Best? He was the drummer before Ringo Starr ~*~ |
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