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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
there’s a great big ball of fire up there a pinkin’ up the sky a great big ball of fire up there up where the starships fly a rosyin’ the firmament and reddin’ up the walls the crimson clouded firmament up where Orion calls September sky is blinkin’ down a coverin’ the day with sweet magenta curly cues above and ‘cross the bay and I am finding I must say “Farewell, Kind Summer, Sir. Your lovely days and warming nights did make my innards purr. But now I’m seeing autumn with its colorful array and the contrasting edges it gives to night and day |
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Tracey Member Elite
since 2001-08-29
Posts 2808where insanity meets breeding |
Can't help you with the title, but great imagery there. If she who dies with the most toys wins, then can I have some toy boys please? |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Oh, What a colorful write! I did enjoy this one so much! Thank you. ~Time has cast a spell on you |
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The Rusty Knight Member
since 2001-08-29
Posts 414Texas |
This poem did make my innards giggle....I like that word innards, of course I am from Texas. Death comes not when we cease to breathe, but when we cease to dream. |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
thanks, all, and would you believe I missed the best part of this sunset, but I saw enough to throw this poem on the page, now to just come up with a title...Of course, TRK, of course you like the word innards...glad yours giggled! |
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