i cannot write when all is well
i need the grins that miss a tooth
i need the tolling of a bell
and for a little blackened truth
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What a wonderfully wise poem. Creation is not a peaceful state of mind. Your work gains in excellence Ben. Warm regards, Sandra
Fantastic poem Ben! ! ! I am truly envious of the ease with which you write! You make words flow like rivers...fantastic! hugs, Dee