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...then the sky blew off
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...then the sky blew off |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
Grit in a whirlwind Nameless gods and faceless wraiths promenade hand in hand under a lopsided copper moon. Dealer calls the game A galaxy of candles, tapered white bubbling glory, eats the furnace air before a rust-black icon. Footlights and a baby spot When the end comes nobody notices except the tenor sax. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
gr8 write  Poet, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
wow |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
yes! Dixie's right! wow and another wow! such a picture |
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wredgranny Member
since 2006-11-18
Posts 493Ky. USA |
HOWA! Osda! Uwoduhi!
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
of course the tenor sax would notice, who else? I hope the fates are going to clean up all the mess they made... wonderfully disturbing poem for the new year. a good commitee can decimate communication. |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
You have to get up early in the morning to fool the tenor sax. Because he never goes to bed. And the fates, well, I'm afraid they're lousy housekeepers, but artists are supposed to be like that. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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