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Draft words and a possible reprise
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Draft words and a possible reprise |
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Bodger Senior Member
since 2005-06-12
Posts 1260Tolerance for a short time |
Rachel had always raised her head when no-one was looking She dreamed of a life without stalking Head always down backside tucked in Head cut short Crawl don’t begin Rachel dreamed of wheat loaf forming a house for herself Minute in her size fitting into her house Next door neighbour probably a mouse Who snuffle whiskers around her windows Tadpole always wanted too much And sticky Was his touch Her own door bright red And soft Her own bed Of clean Where her dream Would seek other dreams But Rachel never will be seen For she exists in our own dreams Of whatever sex or creed Race or dominance Of belief She will just be a dream Calling to wisdom Sight unseen A lot is being said These are some more words Gotta find my roots man This is just bringing me down I need some roots man I've gotta get out I was there Nothing special to see Just belonged That's all there is to me Gotta find my roots man Plain to see Gotta give to someone That was life to me |
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jody5 Senior Member
since 2005-12-21
Posts 876California, U.S.A. |
This poem spoke to me. "she will just be a dream" Its asmost sad. I liked it. |
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garysgirl  
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Dave, this is good writing. Like a story poem. I enjoyed reading it. Hugs, Ethel |
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froggy Senior Member
since 2003-06-23
Posts 1893Michigan |
Again Dave your words made me smile. :-) Hugs Until he extends the circle of his compassion to all living things, |
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