we found ourselves missing
walden freeman
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what do you see when you look in the mirror?
a mudslide clean?
a statue of moving cities?
a fairweather snowglobe:
we are ourselves in the near-distant future
wasting time
waiting for time to waste
if i were a clock i'd give you a hand
pat your back
you are the square of the roots of my hair
see you in philadelphia
a mudslide clean?
a statue of moving cities?
a fairweather snowglobe:
we are ourselves in the near-distant future
wasting time
waiting for time to waste
if i were a clock i'd give you a hand
pat your back
you are the square of the roots of my hair
see you in philadelphia
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fall into spring, spring into summer
i am the winner of winter
collector of surprises and prizes
and surnames
mine would go good with your first
this is the sound that wakes me up
the root of the problem with my hair
this is the feeling of static tv's
The joy of getting to know others is finding out that they have thoughts that are different from what we expect. At least, to me, that's the best discovery. :eek:
Anne-Marie, the trouble with projecting our own take on everyone's writing is that when every poem is taken as literal, it is offensive to the writer..
la dee dah
Yes. It is a mistake for me to pay any attention at all.
And, I certainly wouldn't want to offend anyone.