| Open Poetry #48 |
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Marbles |
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JamesJBowie New Member
since 2013-07-09
Posts 5 |
I can feel the marbles slipping through my fingers little glass reminders of what I am losing The problem is this is not a game and only now do I realize I never knew how to play I am back and yes this is Mine =) |
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Gale Senior Member
since 2013-06-10
Posts 578Russia |
I like your poem and can relate to... "The problem is this is not a game and only now do I realize I never knew how to play" Thank you for sharing ) |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
I love this! When I read the title I was hoping it would be about that kind of Marbles. You did not disapoint! Lori ![]() |
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