Wednesday, November 16, 2011

The Daughter' Comments

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The muse of mornings and evenings
is running from room to room, in small wooden steps
procratination's fading away when she shines
tears dried up under her purple spells
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O. C. Woods
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Sara Fielder 27 January 2012

Oh my gosh. I think I understand. Tears welling up into my eyes.....This tribute is exquisite.

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Dave Walker 16 November 2011

A great poem really liked it. A good write.

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