I dismiss my mounds of paper,
habitual piling.
I embrace a soft blue-jay's tail.
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cute..
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I second that :)
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http://blackswanpoetry.wordpress.com/2011/05/05/poem-can%e2%80%99t-believe-it%e2%80%99s-you/
Excellent piece, very nice :)
ReplyDeletethanks all :)
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