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February Morning
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February Morning On my way home last nightI said goodnight to the moon.But
she seemed distant,Perhaps didn’t hear me.Just carried on, staring down.I
wonder...
4 days ago
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
A Crisping of Leaves (After Before Night Falls) [John MacKenzie]
As requested in the comments on this post, a poem of my own.
3 comments:
Thanks, John! That's a poem I wish I'd written.
I mean, I wish I was the author of that poem.
You know what I mean.
You're welcome. I know what you mean. Thanks.
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