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The generosity of others. (Free verse) by darby pyn

Sage scent floors with no room to grow stiffen my posture holds my bow at attention. dizzy from the smoke coated prayers with no knees just needs. I or nothing manicured widows in white dress and green eyes trade fingers for palms on sunday. ceremony not service. popularity from thrift with diamond watches and gold plated heart's well versed in spin but not sincerity. twist the contradiction to a noose. hang the messenger.

god'swife 19-Oct-02/5:55 PM
You have to play with the words, the way you would play with sounds to create melodies. I'ts a very creative thing, my favorite part of writing. Re-arranging the furniture til I get the room the way I want it. I have my supicions about ADD. It seems an easy excuse for everything. I can't concetrate enough on the routine things, paying bills for example, I 'm always runing aroun at the last minute, or putting my keys int he same place twice. But if I'm doing something I'm meant to do, then I could do it for hours




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