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Digging (Free verse) by Dovina

From digging deep and hacking bold for hells and edens, rust and gold, for brimstone hot and water cold, I’ve dug my last dark empty pit and crawled inside my padded box. Carve for me on polished stone, "She dug all this and left a pile. Look at all the words she wrote."

INTRANSIT 7-Dec-04/4:07 PM
I think -diggables- demeans the rest of the poem. Just for fun, You might use the mild rhyme and the beat from "of brimstone hot and water cold" ,patterning it that way.




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