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The game of life
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The game of life |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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There is no death and life ascends but layers there reflect the standard of production of free-will sculpturing. Moulded first by other hands; forgive their ignorance, and then the lonely vigil until the chip-away at history like the manically depressed throw away all baby toys before the growing up. And storms beneath the calm are there none the less from days of no restraint to nights of self-appraisal till the madness comes to town like a carnival. And, oh, what fun it is to play a lonely Congo drum with hands adept at beating to the needs of only one but rain – and it rains the apportionment of blame heavy on the windows, creeping under doors, and slipping into corners no one knew were there. Love – and the change, the growing of a heart like a baby in a womb stretching, flexing, still unaware that soon it has to cry because someone’s counting tears. Finally it’s known life is but a game, my rules, your rules, not quite the same, but on the straight, in the rough, par’s a settled state and the “over/under” another side of grace – misplaced! |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
awesome  My spirit will rise |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
"Finally it’s known life is but a game, my rules, your rules, not quite the same, but on the straight, in the rough, par’s a settled state and the “over/under” another side of grace – misplaced!" I do so admire your writing, Helen!  ....jo |
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