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Seasons of Circumstance
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Purity Senior Member
since 2001-11-20
Posts 526Once Upon, USA |
Seasons of circumstance, you rule me no more. The tides of change march onward. Decisions are no longer based on fear. My God, why didn't I see before? Why sit, loathe, then implore? Enough of you 'hor'. In choosing the ridiculed companion I spit in the face of the queen Her robe tasseled with the turmoil She sought to bathe me in. I prefer showers of choice... |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
 Interesting self-edit y've got goin' there. I liked this poem. Y'know, at first I thought the title was Seasons of Circumference ...Hmm ... time for ME to self-edit (myself)! :p These smiling eyes are just a mirror for the sun. |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Purity, You're all growed up! Congratulations!! "Decisions are no longer based on fear. My God, why didn't I see before? Why sit, loathe, then implore?" See? Ya said so. ~wranx "Writing is a perfectly natural thing to do....just remember to wash your hands afterward"....Heinlein. |
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Krishankins
since 2002-06-23
Posts 972Texas |
You sound fed up, so you got up, and went. I like the decisiveness of this one. Good for you.  Kris your 100grit love is smoothing my soul |
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