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The minutiae of Life & the two minute poem
sweet words
to see you stack those sweet words
like sugar lumps arranged on
the table-top at Lyon's
i hold the hot mug to my lips
afraid something might escape
while you offered such sweet words
and me being diabetic.
sweet words
to see you stack those sweet words
like sugar lumps arranged on
the table-top at Lyon's
i hold the hot mug to my lips
afraid something might escape
while you offered such sweet words
and me being diabetic.
posted by Ian russell at 7:04 AM
3 Comments:
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Wow!
you achieve the ultimate...
best..
did you like it then?
it's tricky finding my own space - as well as using my own voice! - in this tiny land of poetry. it's important to me not to pitch my stall blatantly on someone else's patch.
i can't help not being good but i can try to be a little different from the main.
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