Thursday, March 8, 2012

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Sitting on the pavement, breeze waking the leaves;
totally oblivious - lost in the poems she weaves.
The clouds and skies, they start to spit, just soft at first but then,
The heavens truly open - they'll stop, but who knows when?
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Shannon Atherton
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Linda Maree 08 March 2012

some days the words do flow. this is a lovely poem

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