| Open Poetry #47 |
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January Man |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan
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. Blind Sometime Around noon Or after I stood there A blank being Seeing nothing There was no was Is or about to be And therein lies The mystery For strangely Despite all lack Of sense thought Or hope of history I was not afraid . |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
I have been there. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Fortunately, I think there is a place beyond fear. Excellent write. Ida |
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