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Post by Don Schaeffer on Mar 11, 2009 17:23:58 GMT -5
Recognize each other right away. Wear the international insignia of street people. Stand face on face, each a figment of the other's hard male dream.
I don't hear them, intimate and silent, a fierce and appropriate sign-on. Grasp hands in the universal hip handshake.
"Where you heading?" The shake of his head slaps the question back at the sender, saying nowhere important but it's all I have.
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Mar 12, 2009 2:38:55 GMT -5
Poems are also kind of paintings and the painter craves for the right shade of color, the perfect mix. Well, this one's colors are totally focused in the inner eye of this reader. Canada and Malta may be worlds apart yet this painting is universal. I would say bravo.
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Post by Don Schaeffer on Mar 12, 2009 5:37:40 GMT -5
thanks. I humbly bow.
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