The
train
wheels us.
Wheels us to
the big dream city.
We spend the day imagining.
Lost in life just beyond the limits of what might be.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
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These are some of my poems in progress.
These poems are not finished. I've never finished a poem.
I keep moving the words around.
2 comments:
Very much enjoyed reading through here...some nice writes.
You have have talent with poetry
http://www.verdispoetry.com
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