Category: hanging
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Flash
The flies buzz Their noises cut through laughter and conversation Sailing on the breeze Hanging in the trees Whispering in your ear The move delicately But they can be drawn near to the light They circulate lamp posts While playing tag They live for adventure Leaving this world in a flash To enjoy happiness as…
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Poets Are Not A Monolith: YOU
Earlier this month, I stood in-front of my table selling poetry books, mugs, handmade fabrics and jewelry. A tall fellow comes by and begins to thumb the pages in one of the books. With a slight grin he says, I thought poetry is supposed to be sweet. I replied, No, I like to write realistic…
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