Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Madness Comments

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In the winding wood's of Caroline
there on pathway's up and down.
Nestled neath the pines and green fronds
he said our bodies, would be found.
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cheryl davis miller
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Rae Seagull 27 June 2017

Painful memory indeed

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Light Water 23 June 2017

Very sad this poem, thank you.

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