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Post by Ivan Carswell on Aug 30, 2009 16:52:10 GMT -5
I guess we ran out of talk – the who’s that and what does it mean stuff we used to survive on
and the unrequited repartee which burdens silence still as tacitly cynical clichés
this debris seems greater than leavings of just two disaffected souls
like take-away scraps balanced on the lips of wordless garbage bins © 26 August 2009, I. D. Carswell
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Post by Nick Harris on Aug 30, 2009 21:28:54 GMT -5
I've re-posted "Languages" as I think it relates in some small way to this poem. "Wordless" is very sad but good, indeed. Cheers for another score! This may be one for the gallery.
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Sept 3, 2009 16:03:58 GMT -5
flows in both body and soul...
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Post by Ivan Carswell on Sept 3, 2009 17:12:18 GMT -5
;D thanks Nick & Dunstan
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