Thursday, June 5, 2008

Groundling Comments

Rating: 5.0

The muscles in my back have atrophied,
From shoulder blades to ell-five;
If ever I had wings
There is no vestige left.
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Gary Witt
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Tailor Bell 10 June 2008

touch of melancholy and underpinnings of regret, dreams to be achieved fading. brief verses richly imbued. a sense of accepting a situation. fine work. -Tailor

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G - this warrants at least three reads for the deeply personal meaning to resound as smackingly as it warrants; and every sensible reader will go for ten times at least. I LOVE this. In a soothing, pensive, slightly hurty sort of way. t x

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