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Limbs (Free verse) by Dovina

Live oak limbs— Crooked, unorganized. Lightning bolt— Jagged, as if lost going home. Never linear for long, Deluded by fluff, Wanderers on whims. Built in an instant Or century, Like me, The easiest shape.

Bobjim 10-Dec-04/5:35 PM
ignoring all but the last 5 words, i take that as a compliment




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