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Fighting erosion (Free verse) by INTRANSIT

We the wranglands that forever be count the country from sea to sea carry the burden seeds from thee. Standing deeply together shields the pretty wind against us wields audible voices much un-heeled. Wastes deposited deep inside a latent type of genocide bark stands tough as winds deride. Sun to soil in knotted grand as the unknowings reach for hand oh forgive, the Orangutans.

INTRANSIT 29-Apr-03/6:08 AM
Why thank you BP217.

In reference to #2: Don't doubt or second guess yourself. Try anyway. You don't KNOW until you get to the end of the thing your're working on. The mere act of trying something new helps you stretch for the next "rung". Also, this is "practicing art"
You can only improve,but you will never reach perfection. Only get to a point with each piece that makes (you) happy. Then up the ante on the next one. Above all else,I believe, have fun.




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