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Post by Don Schaeffer on Dec 20, 2009 9:27:40 GMT -5
My love lies beside me
on the bed and poetry
is sleeping. We lay
inches from the snow in an invincible Spring
cleared of the kinks that lonelinesses make.
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Post by Ivan Carswell on Dec 22, 2009 5:09:30 GMT -5
Wow! Not sure about the plural for loneliness but a keeper, definitely.
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Post by Don Schaeffer on Dec 22, 2009 6:19:42 GMT -5
Thank you Ivan. I did it because I wanted you to pause there.
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Post by Nick Harris on Dec 22, 2009 17:44:44 GMT -5
Two lonelinesses often make an invincible Spring. Ain't life grand. Oh yeah, poetry never sleeps. Your poem bears that out. Thanks.
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Post by Don Schaeffer on Dec 22, 2009 19:06:23 GMT -5
Thank you Nick
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