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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow 
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Remedy, disease. My tongue and I are at war, leave a message at the beep. Lawn mowers buzz speaking to the grass. I walk down a street, empty, why can't we just let it grow? A garden scavenges for moisture. Whining with the wind, because there's not enough rain. Skipping stones upon prosperous water.. I can no longer talk to myself. |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Meghan...I have shared this poem with a friend. You have a gift...and you're taking it places... |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
Speechless.. this is simply amazing writing |
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JaiOfHeaven Member
since 2003-04-12
Posts 207California, Usa |
yes...I can agree...hope to see you aspiring as I soon will be. |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Nice, very nice! |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
Lawn mowers buzz speaking to the grass. I walk down a street, empty, why can't we just let it grow? why, because people have to conform to "what will harry next door think" if i leave my garden as is.....thats why my sentiments exactly, i rather spend a day in a field of dandelions than sit on a shelf with a rose in a vase............... |
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garysgirl 
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Meghan, I like your poetry. It always makes me think...that's a good thing.  Hugs  Ethel |
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