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Post by Don Schaeffer on Jul 6, 2007 0:40:48 GMT -5
Life comes as a weed, clogging my garden, swelling a gnarl of error
and soon I am wrong, distorted with angles and knots that can no longer be sorted.
Innocent irresistible boy, I can charm the spit from the snake.
When I get untangled I am still who I once was, not what I've become.
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Jul 6, 2007 12:27:10 GMT -5
throughout your poems i see the logic of a specific experience emerge from a marble block as each word chisels limpid form, firm and unencumbered as a bernini...
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Post by Don Schaeffer on Jul 7, 2007 0:01:03 GMT -5
Your compliment is better than the poem Dunston
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Post by Bobby Slais on Jul 13, 2007 7:56:44 GMT -5
I love the wisdom and emotional feel you have captured in this little gem Don. My kind of poem!! ENJOYED!!!
I love what you do my friend, keep em coming!
Smiles! Bobby
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Post by Don Schaeffer on Jul 13, 2007 15:25:48 GMT -5
Thanks Bobby
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