Monday, January 2, 2006

The Eternal Circle Comments

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These terraces and pillars are pitted with
the dying screams of generations
and where I sit base instincts
grew with every final pained breath.
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Bill Mitton
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Lucy Burrow 04 January 2006

For me another masterpiece. Regards, Lucy

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***** ********* 02 January 2006

Hi Bill, A monumental poem, suits the form and should that be, 'blood soaked', in the 5th stanza? The Eternal Circle, surely does take some strange turns, but always comes back around in the end it seems. You paint the picture, so realisticly. 9 from Tai

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Bill Mitton

Salford, England
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Salford, England
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