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Aug 05, 2009
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Air Letter
Bicycle left dead
Along the way home to mom
Palms sweat,- I can't lie
I did find you late
Feather soars from old wing beat
Eggshells and good jokes
Mountain rains mountains
Wait idly in garden chair
Come lucky, soft snow?
— doorman, Aug 05, 2009
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Critiques
Ravenshakti
16 years 10 months ago
A delightful poem...
doorman
16 years 10 months ago
Thank you, Raven.
Jonathan Moore
16 years 9 months ago
Good imagery
doorman
16 years 9 months ago
Jonathan