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Easter should be closer to Christmas (Free verse) by MacFrantic Darling drums play birch wood babies.
Rabbits shield their eyes.
Matter spills as March swoons.
Green surges; we'll be complex for
the station of Spring.
Hope's a bitter chord and spell
unspoken.
Shadow breath wilts flowers
sprung from sun seeds
and metal rain.
Up the ladder:
the wind's last crescendo
Down the ladder:
May I?
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Posted: April 4, 2007 1:26 AM PDT; Last modified: April 4, 2007 1:26 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.119203 Overall Rank: 5909 Comments:
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Dovina @ 208.127.114.157
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4-Apr-07/10:38 AM
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How does a drum play? And what does it matter what day Easter and Christmas are on? Some provocative unintelligible lines here.
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