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"She Phoned This Morning" (Free verse) by ARTIE

As I woke on berth of linen in gray, jubilant charmed voice did herald my way. A vision remembered of soft curves displayed from which spoke the voice of an Angel, now not far away. Oh, how my soul doth yearn, for this sight and sound on each new day.

wilco 21-Jun-04/2:35 PM
Good, but I'd like to see you expand it. The "soul doth yearn" thing is a bit (very) old school, but hey, whatever floats your boat.




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