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Shelter (Free verse) by poetandknowit

Twisted trees dance windy rhythms, dead lake below begs for run off, hills to the west capture a storm front. If i stay here longer i will become part mountain, my skin blended from the hunter, movement silenced by the desperate howl of pines battling to know air. Soon snow will again fall.

poetandknowit 20-Aug-02/11:34 PM
Well folks, another toilet is flushed in Ohio. Yes, there is something about the girls back there. Just ask babbit. I applaud the mothering skills and have a newfound, yes my hand is over my heart and I am going to recite the pledge right now, come on every one, let' s join hands, for my fellow Americans. I can't wait until my daughter is old enough for me to buy her cigs. Then we can share a crack pipe and do lines together. Oh I love this country.




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