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Post by Bernard Alain on Feb 20, 2009 2:50:19 GMT -5
and I think it must've been a drunken mistake, an induced state of mind that made me believe for a moment
desire could spread those milky wings on a slice of bread and swallow
knowing what they do
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Feb 22, 2009 4:52:41 GMT -5
all the bits of this poem fall into all its space, fitting the space perfectly, flooding all the many chambers of the mind with energies that this reader knows what they do even if he has no inkling as to the how they do it.
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Post by Ivan Carswell on Feb 24, 2009 4:44:39 GMT -5
this is a one-shot instant-gratification read where, like Duncan says, pondering is pointless. A keeper for sure... Now I'll read it again...
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Post by Bernard Alain on Feb 27, 2009 1:32:52 GMT -5
thanks dunstan, Ivan. I've been away from the forum for a bit so good to come back and see a poem boosted.
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