Tuesday, May 10, 2011

small stone #1

I dismiss my mounds of paper,
habitual piling.

I embrace a soft blue-jay's tail.
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  1. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallMay 10, 2011 at 8:13 PM

    cute..
    :)

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  2. AnonymousMay 11, 2011 at 3:37 PM

    I second that :)

    my post was here
    http://blackswanpoetry.wordpress.com/2011/05/05/poem-can%e2%80%99t-believe-it%e2%80%99s-you/

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  3. AnonymousJune 1, 2011 at 10:55 PM

    Excellent piece, very nice :)

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  4. bttrflyscarJune 2, 2011 at 6:33 AM

    thanks all :)

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