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Limbs (Free verse) by Dovina

Live oak limbs— Crooked, unorganized. Lightning bolt— Jagged, as if lost going home. Never linear for long, Deluded by fluff, Wanderers on whims. Built in an instant Or century, Like me, The easiest shape.

Dovina 10-Dec-04/5:32 PM
Well then, oak tree limbs do look weird sometimes. You are the weird one.




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