A Playground Of Hierarchies

Rating: 5.0

A playground of hierarchies,
where clouds look like friends,
and the sun a great big spit ball,
and you with a straw, .
A spectacle of weirdness and laughter,
and the moon, a colourful weave of
particles that sprout from a echo
of love, and freedoms that make or
break us all.

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Ruby Root 31 July 2006

Hi David, It's nice to see something new. Nice poem I really enjoyed it and very different. Take care.

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Duncan Wyllie 25 July 2006

Finely Weaved yes indeed it was! This is so captivating, I could really understand the feeling in this Wonderfully writen Love duncan X

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NOW YOU CAN DO A LOT WITH CLOUDS...GRACEFUL & SURREAL... I LIKE THIS, DAVID, AS YOU 9as usual0 PAINT THAT DREAMSCAPE OF MACABRE...STUNNING'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK/FJR

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NOW YOU CAN DO A LOT WITH CLOUDS...GRACEFUL & SURREAL... I LIKE THIS, DAVID, AS YOU 9as usual0 PAINT THAT DREAMSCAPE OF MACABRE...STUNNIONG'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK/FJR

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David Gerardino 21 July 2006

FOR A FRIEND I GROW UP WITH...............

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