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High noon
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High noon |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla 
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High Noon A dinosaur of old bones Fills my boots and holds my roots Grumbling in the overtones. The sun is up, it's high noon Sweat runs blind like pastured sheep Babbling baa in odd tunes. Phantoms ride my sanity Festering on streets of fear while Feeding wolves of vanity. And ego plays clowns minion, Offering up wild daffodils, While watching o'er dominion. |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
wow sy great job and i cant resist this im sorry in advance... hi noon (wavin at noon)  love the poem lots |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
'Grumbling in the overtones.' And this line ROCKS Sy...and the whole poem...wow.. K |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Superb, great lines, and a second "WOW" LIz |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Wayoutwalt, Severn and Elizabeth, To all the WOW WOW's thank you much. *L* |
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