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Words (Free verse) by Dovina

Gifts, no doubt Set on a waking forehead In moments ending sleep Tenuously they rest Like dust ready to blow away In anxious morning Resting on all the past words Stacked high as play blocks teetering precariously floor to near ceiling Perched on a tall ladder I add just one more block One more record Ignoring jeers and vain praise Once in a long while I look and find Somebody holding the ladder

Dovina 15-Aug-05/2:09 PM
Correction: I ignore vain praise as many times as it is given, but htank you for commenting.




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