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Simple (Free verse) by wilco Sitting, listening to old records;
cradled in the arms of sadness.
Taken with the glow of candles
as they burn their way to bronze.
Up the ladder:
A friendly conversation with a Native American
Down the ladder:
Goethe: Wanderer's Evening Song
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 8.428572
Posted: February 12, 2005 6:48 PM PST; Last modified: February 12, 2005 6:49 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.922085 Overall Rank: 1414 The following users have marked this poem on their favorites list:
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I'll drink to that.
Cool poem.
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almost a favorite. *10*