Sunday, April 13, 2014

The Memory Of Joyce Stirs The Trees At Night Comments

Rating: 5.0

And I could smell Tennessee
Grass in your hair;
Your body, your neck
Bosomy white;
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David McLansky
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Pradip Chattopadhyay 14 April 2014

this is so beautifully penned!

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Gajanan Mishra 13 April 2014

good writing, thanks, I like it.

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