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Home (Free verse) by morffrom
Often when I think of that place I dream of her and the stream the way the water ran off the heather her ruby lips, the green air that we breathed together but that was long ago and now the boy is a man and he is lost in a world of strangers and wishes he was home

Up the ladder: The Ship
Down the ladder: A Little Peace

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Arithmetic Mean: 4.0
Weighted score: 4.880797
Overall Rank: 10098
Posted: March 5, 2003 12:18 AM PST; Last modified: March 5, 2003 12:18 AM PST
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[6] OneFingerAnswer @ 216.138.10.3 | 5-Mar-03/1:24 AM | Reply
Simple and nice. One question. Green air?
[n/a] morffrom @ 212.159.107.13 > OneFingerAnswer | 6-Mar-03/1:55 PM | Reply
Green is a euphemism for fresh
[n/a] <~> @ 67.87.76.32 > morffrom | 6-Mar-03/2:06 PM | Reply
green works on many levels: reflecting the landscape, a metaphor for their youth (coloring everything around them), alive and vibrant, growing.

there are more. these pop up in my mind immediately.

trust your gut, mysterious palindrome.
[5] deleted user @ 204.210.242.17 | 5-Mar-03/10:50 AM | Reply
that's my question too
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