Mary Talbot Fee

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Soft, warm winds circle past tongue and lips,
Temperate tones swirl and emerge,
Gaining momentum as a howling storm,
Her tropical surging song melts the mic.
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Angels or Angles, two routes to receive.
You can dream and toil alone for 50 years,
But the formula to succeed
Takes an angle, supplemental or obtuse,
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Melting The Mic

Soft, warm winds circle past tongue and lips,
Temperate tones swirl and emerge,
Gaining momentum as a howling storm,
Her tropical surging song melts the mic.

Tear and years fly uprooted through amplified blasts,
Humid, sultry breaths ride and slide free chords,
Crying out, knocking on boarded windows of defeat,
Her tropical surging song melts the mic.

Hard feelings, no longer buried,
Scatter, pelting new grounds,
No longer still, no longer dry, no longer cold,
Her tropical surging song melts the mic.

Mary Talbot Fee,3-21-09

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