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Turning Out
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Turning Out |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion 
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It’s easy to forget in winter, buried beneath flannel layers of comfort, chasing ‘way the chill, sleep comes deep in narcotic rain, the beast locked down inside that navy pea coat, sturdy shoes and woolen socks. First signs of warmth, you shuck burlap browns, toss the black leather jacket (that no longer looks cool) aside, search for the spring in you. Sultry nights find you cruising highways, blasting Neil Young - rough, raw and loud and that animal just comes roaring out. © ’01 Corinne Bailey [This message has been edited by Corinne (edited 03-24-2001).] |
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Parker Member Elite
since 2000-01-06
Posts 3129ON |
Corinne, you should post this in open 13.  very nice as always. I didn't know it got that cool in your part of the continent. Park |
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RMW Senior Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 1424 |
Corinne, Excellent first line, not that the remainder isn't. But it's the first line that tells the reader that a layer of self is about to be removed. For some reason it reminds me of Rod McKuen. Very good. Truly. Bob |
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