Passions in Prose |
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crate of oranges |
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JenniferMaxwell![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2006-09-14
Posts 2423 |
an old tired ship in the sea of words harbor molders in the steel jaws of its blue winter liar. how close the horizon, how fearful the night winds when there’s no where to sail but into the last anchorage. once there were lemon groves, the fragrance of citrus blossom, blood oranges and sugar cane sweet as love songs and teary-eyed ballads. with dreams now in amber, its cargo is stone fruit and palm fronds that wither in tropical breezes. |
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Ringo![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2003-02-20
Posts 3684Saluting with misty eyes |
Jennifer- This is actually very interesting. THIS, I have no hassles reading more of. Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting, "WHAT A RIDE |
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