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redheart angrybraids Member
since 2000-04-16
Posts 410honolulu, hawaii 
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Will always listen to cusps of words sread over feathers tucked tightly. My wooden eyes peer threw tree holes, at dancing reeds with thier friends. Silently, tongue can finally open into the crack of morning, before the sun is shinning. Threw all the night I sat and waited for the earth to turn, and portray what I have been feeling. |
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netswan Senior Member
since 2000-03-28
Posts 1369Washington |
Interesting life prospective, Redbraids. Pretty mournful poem. netswan |
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redheart angrybraids Member
since 2000-04-16
Posts 410honolulu, hawaii |
thanx for checking it out and being honest. i wrote it at the crack of dawn, obviously, so i was pretty weary eyed, and dreamy. i really like your contibution to our mother earth, and i'm a going to read more of your writing, i really like you style, and am glad to hear words that relate to what gives us our breath and our wonder. thank you kindly, redbraids |
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lostboy Member
since 1999-11-21
Posts 275New Hampshire, USA |
Hey redheart, Cool poem and COOL name! very good work. |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
SweetLittleFriend~ I hope this reply finds you happy ! You are missed here among the family circle. A sweet, sweet write from the little heart of you. *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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