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Seekers (Free verse) by Dovina

A tree with crocked branches brushes gently on stucco, the rough siding of a church, suggesting to the church how differently men and nature seek. While nature trembles over herself or stretches awkwardly, asymmetrically— yearning, adjusting, our houses stand measured and precise, our concepts bold and plum our utterances contained within walls.

ALChemy 19-Sep-05/12:57 AM
Actually I just like talking about beavers.

Makes me think of pussies.



The Kitty cat kind you perves.



They both make a really tasty hair pie.




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