Tuesday, May 15, 2012

My Cradled Child Comments

Rating: 5.0

When the reflection in the mirror
faded to black and the sirens in
the hills malaise-d, the windows
could not shut not quick, unlike
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Marilyn Redcoma George
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Bill Cantrell 01 December 2016

Outstanding poetry! ..shiny whitesthat bounced the moon to shadows exposed by passing cloud to etch the hidden in the gloom. Wow, deep thought indeed.

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