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Shackled
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) 
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The thief was known for his extr’ord’nary tastes- he’d pilfer my words but leave an old vase. No use for a car, computer, or wallet-- what was he thinking…that he could sell it? The thing he did do, I would say is so kind: he’d use it all up and return it in time. So clichéd or not, mistaken, forgot, tenderly used, quickly brushed off- the wondrous gift of my beautiful rhyme. Each time I forgave him, his innocent crime. One day, I assume, they caught that cut purse. He never came back to steal my “good verse:” Nothing but slave songs from cotton field rhymes, For my poems’ been tied down, a mighty long time |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
'Bout time you got it back... lose those shackles, cut no slack leave your rhyme in meter true glad to say, good to see you! |
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Startime Member Ascendant
since 2000-10-03
Posts 5918Canada |
*giggling* I too am glad to see you get your words back....It is so good to see your writing again...**big hugs**  I love this poem...it brought a big smile to my face...  Love I leave with you whether it is in your life now or yet the essense of your dreams. |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 BRAVO!!! Oh my gosh, it is soooooo wonderful to read your words always, you are a delight to us all, this is a fabulous sonnet! (big huggssssss) We all love you so much, sweet friend, BRAVO!!! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Walter, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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